Luyện nghe bài hát Old Fashioned Way

What you rhyme, mayne? You always G's
How much cash you got that you can me?
Think I'll pay you back, think you flossin'
When you ridin' down the strip in yo' car?

With silver chain on and your fake diamonds
Can't do it right but you stay
You got big dreams, to hit a quick
And buy a brand new but you ain't get shit

Wouldn't even what to do if you had bread
How to be a baller, can you pass the
more than one way to hit the top
Trunk full of dope nigga don't get

it to the house and bag it up
Make money and stack it up
Or spend it all in one place, what you from me?
I can't you how to run yo' company

And don't start bitchin' 'bout Too
What the fuck I wanna listen to you
Look at you, you all that successful
Them ain't made out of Cristal

You just regular, ol' frontin'
You come from nowhere and you don't claim
Stop bein' phony, hella hard
at the mall, maxin' your credit card

Answer your phone, now you smilin'
Talk to girl, man it's been a while
Since she left to go shoppin', where you at?
She out havin' lunch with a mack

I'm in the background, trip partner
Just munchin' on the lunch that your bought me
She don't love you, she just to you
Got your mom and wonderin' what she do to you

I don't pay hoes, I 'em
I teach hoes, you 'em
How we get them hoes, concern 'em
The old fashioned way, we 'em

I in the game, I did it
I'm to the game, I'm so committed
I got a lot of hoe money, you get it?
The old fashioned way, I spit it

I'm pimpish, I never let hoes me
I let one get me, and instantly
She to Mexico, I'm a get you hoe
I'm a find you and check you like a

I'm not a doctor but I cut a bitch
With this game have her broken never quit
A bad habit, I picked up the way
Break a and make a new song every day

I do my own thing, I'm
I was born to mack I came in the do'
so you know, I got the game from the East
Lake Merit to Sobranny in East Oakland streets

my game on the road, became a millionaire
Tell the world get ready for a real
And so it happened, I grabbed the mic and start
Make that money stackin'

I a new album, fourteen times
screamin' out Too Short keep rhymin'
I got rich screamin' bitch, my word
I hear it on everybody

And they say it like me, I couldn't want mo'
Send a thanks out to yo' Uncle Short
Do yo' thang nephew, I'm down witcha
Stay strapped, watch yo' back, let the town getcha

And when you get mad, try to use brain
Get some street etiquette, don't the game
You us real ones, you know we never bite
When these hoes start shit you we never fight

'Cause I'd be layin' on the feelin' real silly
All I did was fuck his bitch, that nigga killed me
And even though I know a spent all his cash
Just so he could and try to get some ass

I don't pay hoes, I 'em
I hoes, you learn 'em
How we get them hoes, concern 'em
The old fashioned way, we 'em

I in the game, I did it
I'm to the game, I'm so committed
I got a lot of hoe money, you get it?
The old way, I just spit it