Luyện nghe bài hát Dead or Alive

I heard was a rumor Too Short was dead
Walked in the house and got in the head
I you don't believe it, if you do you're wrong
How can I die and rock it all long?
I'm Too baby, spit that rap
I put Oakland, on the map
It's so hard, got you lies
Can't me back so you say I died

It's incredible, I came to life
I never let 'em bury me my mic
I keep breathing, don't stop breath
Now everybody's talking about Too death
Am I a zombie, or something
I'm not Casper, I mack all the
style is the only way
I catch a new freak day

not the Yellow Brick Road
It's called the 'Foothill
Stand on your toes, make heels go click
Three times, no place like home
So why you wanna me all alone
I bring a new to underground rap
Dead or Alive, I'm Born to Mack
Always on the pop charts, straight
I'm not dead, I'm just

So as the turns, I'm a living soul
I even a rumor that I overdosed
I'm not a reincarnation of old
King Tut I was buried in gold
Why you wanna cry I'm still living?
got out and the rumors started spreading
My momma, one night
Said, "Todd, are you all

The whole family's got the Too Short
I heard it last night on the news"
And that's bad, not even true
I told my like this, "Let's sue"
So many times, I I died
I I'm like a cat and I got nine lives
I'm the P L A Y E R
I lay bunnies, like Hugh

I'm her flavor, kinda
I lay back and let the young toss me
Even if she like serving a pimp
I'm still living, so do it again
I keep rapping, hard as
your rumors make my records sell
If you continue, I'll soon be
around town going bitch!

People say, "Too Short can't rap"
Now I drive a Benz and my is fat
It's like crap, put a 'C' on a
Ain't nothing homie but a scandalous crime
I'm the best rapper you could ever hate
Say I died on the in the earthquake
Say I'm up, say I'm through
But the fact still stands I'm than you

You got rhymes? Well I got
I take you on a trip to my rappin'
You find and raps, poems and caps
Way raps than any rapper could rap
'Cause if you rap like me, he have to be
on the mic like my boy MC
It stop, to the funky beat
I know you like dancing with a big freak

I dance, but I sure can rhyme
I a million, in '89
And if you didn't know baby, the 90's now
Old Short Dog got a new
I went to Miko's, fresh candy
Now I'm doing things that the suckers
If I was dead, they'd it 'Dead Man's Rap'
But on the real, Dog is back

Funk funky, off the
I'm still living, so do it again
incredible, even if I die
I let 'em bury me without my mic
I a new meaning, to underground rap
Dead or alive, I'm still to Mack
I say, "What's up" to my homies in Rita

Right now I know you need a
Too Short to get you through the day
Oaktown is the only way
I came up, and now I've
To rock this mic till I no more
And game, straight pop the most
MC rapper the West Coast

Too Short, or alive
I still chill on the
I remember how it all began
House in East Oakland
Now on the pop charts, still rapping
I'm not dead, I'm macking