Luyện nghe bài hát Old School

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

I in the door as the story goes
around the room all I seen was hoes
It's a pussy supermarket, let's go shoppin'
Packed sardines, clubs straight poppin'
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 yellow cutie
Or maybe tonight, I might a black beauty
With a big ol' booty, no
We'll a few drinks and then roll out
I can't do the 'Jungle
'Cause too many black hoes here that might see ya
If I peep a broad with some ass and lips

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

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

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

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

Too times in a player's wife
We always have to hear what you squares feel
that, do what you gotta do
I see you through 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' love for
You ain't motherfucker and Short Dawg knows

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

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

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

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

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