Luyện nghe bài hát Cusswords

So you motherfuckers
I was gonna change my
So what are you saying

To all you bitches, hoes, and all shit
Here's another rap I'm ready to spit
It like this, my name is $hort
I'm tearin' shit up like never

Pimp slaps, makin'
Cold cash and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California that's I'm from
The city where the say you don't want none

But if you do, I'm tell you this
Trues and vogues ain't really
Wanna so hard, all of the time
You and that bitch Too $hort rhymes

If you ask me, it's all about, I'll say it's about that money
But if you ask me, could you some, I'll say it doesn't concern me
Ronald Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the
To the U.S. economy and a for cancer?"

I said, what are you in the White House
If you're not cocaine?
Ask wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit that game
Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a job
She licked my dick, up and down, like it was on the cob

What is life? is Too $hort
I play the bitches it's a sport
Yeah, I'll play the bitches like y'all
Dr. J played basketball

You can call me Too, don't say it
You'll get me real mad and I'll fuck your
You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely
Too $hort, Too $hort, say it tonight, bitch

It started on a bright morning in
I was in my drop to Caddy y'all gettin' by a bitch named Helen
Nasty bitches, around the world, I this rhyme for you
You might not my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's true

So much death in the streets
Am I gonna live till week?
I get shot by a dope fiend
Tryin' to get high, to steal my ring

I can't say, 'cause I don't know why
out here droppin' dead like flies
I to see a home boy givin' five
Now I say, "Man, you're alive?"

Cold as hell, the I'm from
Won't last too long when you're fakin' the
I'm the master rapper, so
my hand when I want my freak

You deny it, you know I'm right
I turn any rapper out I'm on the mic
And I won't kick back, or
Till he knows I'm the at the MC rap

Till he knows Too $hort, set the
got him caught up in my serious cap
Motherfucker can't spit game on the mic
'Cause he's worse than a fag or a dike

He's a MC, I call him punk
Tryin' to spit that rap, you can that junk
You little punk-ass boy, wouldn't to me
Think I'm fakin' but I'm all you sucker MC's
To the end of the world and you over
Good luck couldn't you in a four leaf clover

If I ever said a rap, to cap on you
I wouldn't even sweat it 'cause be through
Lookin' so far up, you might fall
Gettin' clowned by the hound from Oaktown

And the in your face when you're lickin' that tooth
Could make a grown man die, at you
you're a, no rappin', no rhymin'
Played out fake ass Simple

I understood one word you said
But you're swearin' up and down you're killin' 'em dead
There's only one thing, I wanted to
Sucker motherfucker, the joke?

I'm the player of players, call me Pop
My name is Too $hort, no I don't
I just don't stop mackin', don't cappin'
Don't stop rappin' now you see happens

Your mind is gone, your crew cut
Sucker MC I'll you what
Your rhymes are weak, your rap the
And it comes to game, you are lame

Never even heard of Too $hort
Hit in 1980
Singin' mo' raps than a rap could
sucker MC's don't waste my time

There's a girl I her name is Betty
Straight to the head just rock it
She's so freaky juice you up
All the boys just can't get enough

She's a Ph.D., don't even
In the back like goin', top, top, top
I won't say white girl, won't say black
She's the kind of girl that make knees go crack

the beat, rock with me
Let me tell you I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big bank and a cold, cold capper

Hey baby, I got this
It's not gonna till the end of time
rock and roll I'll play that song
To the beat all day and all long

So liten up, to what I'm
I'm a mack, bitch I ain't playin'
To all the boys doin' time in the pen
Gonna rock beat for you once again

If you can't get out and mad as hell
Say bitch, now make it sound for
tear shit up, if I get the chance
I could give a less if you're hole don't dance
See I'm a big mack now, I'm so
I was born and in the Golden State

me T O O, if you say $hort
I'ma rap my ass off you give me some more
Big bank, now just me rich
Bitch bitch bitch make me rich

Check out my style, I don't quit
I heard freak say, "That's the shit"
He took the cake, fucked the
Too $hort baby sure ain't fake

But the sucker MC's are loud
Sayin' Sir Too $hort, your mouth
How can you about me, and call me weak
When your father coke and you mother's a freak

So I on rappin', if nothin' else
Keep your jealous thoughts to
Bitch and bitch, a MC right
sayin' nothin' but he's holdin' the mic
Fuck me, and boy you're doomed
I send a with a hoe to the motel room

I'm the coldest MC on a microphone
Like a 357 at your dome
I got cap for cap, you never
So again with cusswords

Motherfuckin' shit, fuckin' me
Fuck a skank and a sucker MC
All you got the claps
And fuck you punk 'cause you still rap

Cusswords, let 'em know
Motherfuckin' shit, ass hoe
Cusswords, just quit
you damn shithead bitch

It's Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't
And it stop, and it won't stop, bitch
Check out my