Luyện nghe bài hát Old School

Old school, I'm the old school
Old school, I'm from the old

I came in the door as the story
Looked the room all I seen was hoes
It's like a supermarket, let's go shoppin'
Packed like sardines, clubs straight
the V.I.P. section
I'm to hit the pharmacy, and get my head connected
Get me protection
Walk around and see who I have sex with

The usual a nice high cutie
Or maybe tonight, I might find a black
a big ol' booty, no doubt
We'll have a few drinks and then out
I do the 'Jungle Fever'
'Cause it's too many black here that might see ya
If I peep a white broad with ass and lips

Fine as hell I'ma have to ask the somein'
'Cause I might end up
I don't care what you say, I don't owe you nothin'
I fuck tall bitches, fuck small bitches
Too bad I can't fuck all you
It take players like me too long
To get bitches like you to let me you home
I got the game from Oakland,
I'm Dawg, I hope your momma warned ya

'Bout the old school, do the old
I'm from the old school, do the old

I'm always hustlin', workin' hard
If you tryin' to get the money I'ma do my
On the weekends, we to celebrate
Cash checks ride can't wait
Fuck I'm bustin' Too Short rhymes
Unless it's millions I ain't tryin' to do time
It's like everyday is
So bitches let me have my way

You can it, all you want
But I was knockin' bad with no teeth in the front
I had no money and drove my momma's car
I had bad-ass bitches look superstars
the game, old as it may be
it makes fine-ass call me baby
I look down and think, this that shit
Seein' this beautiful bitch, she just my dick

Too many times in a wife
We always have to hear you squares feel like
that, do what you gotta do
I see you creepin' through the hood prostitutes
I know I'm fuckin' hoes, and gettin'
You criticize me but you livin' a lie
yo' suit and tie, and yo' love for hoes
You ain't shit motherfucker and Dawg knows

I'm the old school, do the old school
Do the old school, I'm from the old

Don't cross the game they'll yo' life
the game and you can play all night
If you snitchin', don't get slippin'
If you bloodn' or cripn', niggaz set-trippin'
yo' back, it don't take a brainiac
We got a lot of homicidal maniacs in the
Sometimes life is
Y'all say goodbye, say be careful

in the day they woulda killed yo' ass
For a reason, they even keep you breathin'
Fuck your world up, you can't get down
Broke on the streets and you can't skip town
But ain't no slow in the triple oh
If you fuckin up you get to go
Somebody gon' hold you
So you get up off that cold ground
Lights flashin', and you keep out
You you fucked up with your bad-ass mouth

upon a time they woulda knocked you out
Maybe back in ninety-nine, but not in
wanna do it like the old school?
Hella niggaz at the with no shootin'
afternoon, at the park
Niggaz hella hard goin' by in the car

Do the old school, do the old
I'm from the old school, do the old
Old school do the old
I'm from the old
Yeah old baby, beotch!