Luyện nghe bài hát Old School

Old school, I'm from the old
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 a pussy supermarket, let's go shoppin'
like sardines, clubs straight poppin'
Fuck the V.I.P.
I'm to hit the pharmacy, and get my head connected
Get me some
Walk and see who I wanna have sex with

The usual a nice yellow cutie
Or maybe tonight, I find a black beauty
With a big ol' booty, no
We'll a few drinks and then roll out
I do the 'Jungle Fever'
'Cause too many black hoes here that might see ya
If I peep a white broad some 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 bitches, even fuck small bitches
Too bad I can't all you bitches
It don't take players like me too
To get bitches you to let me take you home
I got the game Oakland, California
I'm Dawg, I hope your momma warned 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 like to
Cash checks ride away wait
Fuck crime I'm Too Short rhymes
Unless it's bout I ain't tryin' to do time
It's like is Saturday
So many bitches let me my way

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

Too many times in a player's
We always have to hear what you squares like
Fuck that, do what you do
I see you through the hood buyin' prostitutes
I know I'm hoes, and gettin' high
You wanna criticize me but you a lie
With yo' suit and tie, and yo' love for
You ain't shit 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 they'll take yo' life
Respect the game and you can play all
If you snitchin', don't get slippin'
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

Back in the day woulda killed yo' ass
For a reason, they even keep you breathin'
Fuck whole world up, you can't get down
livin' on the streets and you can't skip town
But ain't no deaths in the triple oh
If you up then you get to go
Somebody gon' hold you
So you can't get up off cold ground
flashin', and you keep passin' 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 do it like the old school?
Hella niggaz at the with no shootin'
afternoon, at the park
Niggaz leanin' 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 from the old
old school baby, beotch!