Luyện nghe bài hát Old School

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

I in the door as the story goes
Looked around the room all I was hoes
It's like a pussy supermarket, let's go
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 wanna sex with

The usual a nice high yellow
Or maybe tonight, I might a black beauty
a big ol' booty, no doubt
We'll have a few drinks and then out
I can't do the Fever'
'Cause it's too many black here that might see ya
If I peep a white with some ass and lips

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

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

I'm always hustlin', always workin'
If you tryin' to get the money do my part
On the weekends, we to celebrate
Cash checks ride away can't
Fuck crime I'm Too Short rhymes
Unless it's bout millions I ain't tryin' to do
It's everyday is Saturday
So many let me have my way

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

Too many in a player's wife
We always have to hear what you squares feel
Fuck that, do what you do
I see you creepin' through the buyin' prostitutes
I know I'm hoes, and gettin' high
You wanna me but you livin' a lie
With yo' suit and tie, and yo' for hoes
You ain't shit motherfucker and Short Dawg

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

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

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

Once a time they woulda knocked you out
Maybe back in ninety-nine, but not in
Anybody wanna do it like the old
Hella niggaz at the park with no
Sunday afternoon, at the
Niggaz leanin' hella goin' by in the car

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