Luyện nghe bài hát That's Why

Yeah, we real on this album y'all
You know I'm hearin' all these out here 'bout
They ran $hort up outta East Oakland
Nigga moved to Atlanta, ain't got no mo' in the town
I got love in Oakland y'all
You know what I'm sayin' I been doin this shit fo'
So I'm a it to you juss like it happened, bitch

I don't stop rappin', ever since the first day
I the microphone, made a funky ass tape
I had sixteen hoes, ten toes
from the "O", an' any real pimp knows
The only love hoes get is what they fo'
my scratch, what the fuck I'm a stay fo'?
I gotta make moves bitch, stack G's
the whole stroll to my fax machine

I got comin' in from everywhere
From New York to L.A., to the mutha Bay, it's true
I'm the man G, I'm 106 can't ban me
All on the air they don't fuck wit me no mo'
I go wit rap like K-P-O-O
From the very first time I the mic
Niggaz smokin' burner, ready to
I don't violence, I'm from Oakland where the real kick it

You get killed nigga or make a mill ticket
Move down South the town is wild
Now the jocks wanna clown my style
I raised too rappers you support
Ask 'em who grew up on, Too $hort
Fuck all black ball shit, it won't last
K M E L, y'all can my ass

That's why the town got rid 'o
That's why the town got rid 'o

It all started back C and H
Went to T, B, tryin' to hate
I a brand new Lexus, 93
Joda Balls me up, said, "Ya lyin' to me"
He said, "I heard you an' Ryan got the an' split it
If I don't get my cut, you mutha fuckaz get it"
It was G's, all mine, didn't give Teddy Gram one dime
Now listen real close 'cuz it be hard to follow

told Ted it was fifty thousand dollaz
Shit sound an' it is
But that's how it goes you in show biz
Niggaz out, should be makin' millions
Instead of studios, we seein' in buildings
Then we stop speakin', shit got
I give a fuck, muthafucka get my money
I ain't been a hoe, you can't pimp me

I do all the work you pimp me
I tried to buy him out but right about
They let the lions out, niggaz start eatin' that up
You never listened
I'm on this money makin' mission
Sold a car an' a truck in Oakland fo' Lex
Jock me five an' I was rollin' that bitch

why the town got rid 'o $hort
(Don't believe you hear, nigga)
why the town got rid 'o $hort

I went to the freak-nik, shit me out
Came fo' Jack the Rapper
Bought me a house, that was August '93, to dip
I hade in the town an' I was hot as shit
Everytime I got stopped, went to jail
Treat me bad I was hangin' wit criminals
I wanted to buy me a house in the Oakland
Nice lil' somethin' fo' a a mill

That's was right around the Chris hooked Dru down
The luniz came an' them tricks got clowned
Rappin' Ron 'em up on the freestyle tip
An' niggaz ain't ran nobody outta
Then they put it on the town, got real
you was in the fourth grade I had a record deal
You got one hit now you ballin'
You make one fake album, be fallin'

An' that shit don't apply to me or past
You can meet me at the an' get my autograph
Or you can back, if you can do all that
Me Fred Benz an' Craps
Smokin' burner upstairs in hot house
It's been fifteen years an' I played out
They playin' Too $hort on a Chevy pedal
Back in the days K M E L heavy metal

why the town got rid 'o $hort
That's why the got rid 'o $hort

Niggaz shootin' at the studio late at
Seen a Charokee, started at Spice
At the E-40 out in the park
Niggaz gather 'round fo' some shit to
They had bullets wit my name but we got to me
See me sucka mutha fucka at the street
It was me, Boo, Howard, an' Jock, a clip
One in the chamber an' it T.B.
Still to be my pimp
I could lose my life or give my to him
I'd die before you use me
I tried to buy him out, the sued me

An' that's where it stands right now
Fo' the mutha fuckaz that don't
Like the notorious say, "If you know, now you know"