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 seen was
It's a pussy supermarket, let's go shoppin'
Packed like sardines, clubs poppin'
the V.I.P. section
I'm bout to hit the pharmacy, and get my head
Get me protection
Walk and see who I wanna have sex with

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

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

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

I'm always hustlin', always hard
If you to get the money I'ma do my part
On the weekends, we to celebrate
Cash ride away can't wait
crime I'm bustin' Too Short rhymes
Unless bout millions I ain't tryin' to do time
It's like is Saturday
So bitches 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 and drove my momma's car
I had bitches look like superstars
the game, old as it may be
it makes hoes call me baby
I down and think, this that fuckin' shit
Seein' beautiful bitch, she just suckin' my dick

Too many times in a wife
We always have to hear what you feel like
that, do what you gotta do
I see you creepin' the hood buyin' prostitutes
I know I'm fuckin' hoes, and high
You wanna me but you livin' a lie
With yo' suit and tie, and yo' 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 the game they'll take yo' life
Respect the game and you can play all
If you snitchin', get caught slippin'
If you bloodn' or cripn', other niggaz
Watch yo' back, it don't a brainiac
We got a lot of maniacs in the streets
Sometimes is terrible
Y'all say goodbye, niggaz say be

Back in the day woulda killed yo' ass
For a reason, they might even keep you
your whole world up, you can't get down
Broke livin' on the streets and you skip town
But ain't no deaths in the triple oh
If you up then you get to go
Somebody hold you down
So you get up off that cold ground
flashin', and you keep passin' out
You know you fucked up with your mouth

upon a time they woulda knocked you out
Maybe in ninety-nine, but not in 2000
wanna do it like the old school?
Hella niggaz at the park no shootin'
Sunday afternoon, at the
leanin' hella hard 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 the old school
Yeah old baby, beotch!