Luyện nghe bài hát Paystyle

Aww hell, nah
We ain't no freestyles
even know how to do that shit
Yeah,
it out man, check this one out

I been rappin' for half my
I'm twenty-eight now, sayin' the mic
If you eighteen or nineteen up fool
I was born on the mic before you to school

Talkin' 'bout shit, you know whassup
I wonder if you mom'll let you that stuff
Now you're flowin' like name is Water
But I'm ten years older and my game is

I'm not to say you're out there dissin'
I'm just tryin' to say lil' nigga
Before you the mic and act wild
on the next nigga's mackin' style

And it's all from head, round the mic
Never care who you sounded like
Sound like Snoop Dogg, then you switched to
Bit the Pharcyde then A Called Quest

And you gots no respect for me, is that
Well jump your ass on the witcha backpack tight
And keep rappin', I'm floatin' all the stops
In a ass Benz I have all the props

Fuck from a rapper can you match my Visa
I heard your was a real dick pleaser
And a Too fan, faithfully
When I came to your she couldn't wait to see me

To the y'all and it don't stop
It goes on I don't stop rappin'
To the beat y'all, and it don't
It goes on I don't stop rappin'

Let me tell you somethin' 'bout a named $hort
Rappers always talk about the way I flow
But let me hit the with the same MC's
I be signin' autographs, a gang of G's

While you walkin' round broke, nobody ya
Lookin' like you smoked a sack of doja
Outside in the parking lot in front of the
Standin' in a circle with wannabe stars

Freestylin', but you original, no
You shootin' everything and you pimpin' hoes
And to think you could hang me
I never would spit this for free

I'm the T double O, S H O R T, I rock all and any parties
Any my style is gettin' bank, gettin' head, gettin' hella
I drop my top when hot and sunny
So how you talk shit when you havin' no money

I set trends in the rap bitch
And gives a fuck when other rappers talk
I you motherfuckers, heard me rap
So hard, I put your in my dirty rap

No shit, the old bitch sucked a good dick
Put them legs up high she couldn't it
I'm not a no good punk, I macked your mother
But is Too $hort, so I kept it undercover

Now you're all grown up, with your rappin'
But old Short Dawg'll your ass what
To a fake MC, who to get with me
I ended his career,

And it don't stop, to the beat
It on 'cause I don't stop rappin'
And it don't stop, to the y'all
It goes on 'cause I don't rappin'

Now let's the lifestyles, of me and you
You're phony and I'm all about true
You a bucket, that you bought for a G
I ride around them fo'-eighteens

In the back of a big ass truck
Jump two rows back and get my dick
Benzos, Lexus, Rolex and
Fine bitches havin' sex with Daddy

I ain't no bitch, no kind of slack
You got one girl then treat the hoe a mack
What's yours is hers, she trip
ass nigga need to check that bitch

But you're so and it shows in your rap
I'm out here, hoes livin' fat
While you at home, gettin' by your mama
I bought my mother a in Atlanta

And you stand it, so what do you say
Too $hort rap, no fuckin' way
But I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're slow
By the time you make one be on ten
Hit the nigga and do it again

To the beat y'all, and it stop
It goes on I don't stop rappin'
To the y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on 'cause I stop rappin'

Now ask New York, can Too flow?
Ask Detroit, let them niggaz know
ask Philly, can I rap?
South side of Chicago, the mack?

I never ever tripped on the that you spit about me
time I perform, I make a lot of G's
'Cause I'm paid for this rap shit
Eatin' good a motherfuckin' fat bitch

Every day at the house, what's wrong wichu?
Eatin' fast food if you only
I understand though, I been there befo'
Eat any thing and got nowhere to go

Daydreams, about bein'
It all started when I was sellin' tapes
in eighty-two, eighty-three on up
Waitin' still just to blow on up

And when it happened, I still had to
I didn't get till eighty-eight
I made nine in nine years
I'm a true blue West Coast

Dr. Dre, Ice-T, and all the
All that money we makin' don't fault the
'Cause we the ones who created rap
But when we made the shit, we it fat

And it don't stop, to the beat
It goes on 'cause I stop rappin'
And it don't stop, to the y'all
It goes on 'cause I don't stop