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 goes
Looked around the room all I was hoes
It's like a pussy supermarket, let's go
like sardines, clubs straight poppin'
Fuck the V.I.P.
I'm to hit the pharmacy, and get my head connected
Get me protection
Walk and see who I wanna have sex with

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

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

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

I'm always hustlin', workin' hard
If you tryin' to get the money do my part
On the weekends, we to celebrate
Cash checks ride away wait
crime I'm bustin' Too Short rhymes
Unless it's bout millions I tryin' to do time
It's like everyday is
So many let me have my way

You can analyze it, all you
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 look like superstars
the game, old as it may be
it makes fine-ass call me baby
I down and think, this that fuckin' shit
Seein' this beautiful bitch, she suckin' my dick

Too many times in a player's
We always to hear what you squares feel like
that, do what you gotta do
I see you creepin' the hood buyin' 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 motherfucker and Short 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 take yo' life
the game and you can play all night
If you snitchin', don't get caught
If you bloodn' or cripn', other niggaz
Watch yo' back, it take a brainiac
We got a lot of maniacs in the streets
life is terrible
Y'all say goodbye, niggaz say be

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 livin' on the streets and you can't skip
But no slow 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
Lights flashin', and you passin' out
You know you fucked up your bad-ass mouth

Once upon a time they woulda 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 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!