Luyện nghe bài hát Paystyle

Aww hell, nah
We doin' no freestyles
Don't even know how to do shit
Yeah,
Check it out man, check one out

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

Talkin' 'bout pimp shit, you whassup
I wonder if you let you play that stuff
Now you're flowin' like your name is
But I'm ten years older and my game is

I'm not tryin' to say you're out dissin'
I'm just tryin' to say lil' listen
you grab the mic and act wild
Bitin' on the nigga's mackin' style

And it's all from head, passin' the mic
Never even care who you like
Sound Snoop Dogg, then you switched to Treach
Bit the Pharcyde then A Tribe Quest

And you gots no for me, is that right?
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 credit from a rapper can you match my
I your girlfriend 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 'cause I don't stop
To the beat y'all, and it stop
It goes on 'cause I stop rappin'

Let me tell you somethin' 'bout a nigga named
Rappers always about the way I can't flow
But let me hit the mall the same MC's
I be signin' autographs, a gang of G's

you walkin' round broke, nobody knows ya
Lookin' like you smoked a whole of doja
Outside in the lot in front of the cars
Standin' in a circle with some wannabe

Freestylin', but you original, no
You just everything and you pimpin' hoes
And to you could hang with me
I would spit this game for free

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

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

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

Now all grown up, with your partners rappin'
But old Short Dawg'll your ass happened
To a fake MC, who tried to get me
I his career, instantly

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

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

In the back of a motherfuckin' big ass
Jump two rows and get my dick sucked
Benzos, Lexus, and Caddy
lil' 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
Sucker ass nigga need to check that

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

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

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

Now ask New York, can Too $hort
Ask Detroit, they'll let niggaz know
Then ask Philly, can I
South side of Chicago, the mack?

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

Every single day at the house, wrong wichu?
fast food if you only knew
I though, 'cause I been there befo'
Eat any damn and got nowhere to go

Daydreams, bein' great
It all started back when I was sellin'
in eighty-two, eighty-fo' on up
still waitin' just to blow on up

And it happened, I still had to wait
I get paid till eighty-eight
I made nine albums in nine
I'm a true blue Coast pioneer

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

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