Luyện nghe bài hát Old School

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

I came in the as the story goes
around the room all I seen was hoes
It's like a supermarket, let's go shoppin'
Packed like sardines, straight poppin'
Fuck the V.I.P.
I'm bout to hit the pharmacy, and get my connected
Get me protection
Walk and see who I wanna have sex with

The usual a high yellow cutie
Or tonight, I might find a black beauty
With a big ol' booty, no
We'll a few drinks and then roll out
I do the 'Jungle Fever'
it's too many black hoes 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 might end up
I don't care what you say, I owe you hoes nothin'
I fuck tall bitches, even fuck bitches
Too bad I fuck all you bitches
It don't take players me too long
To get bitches like you to let me you home
I got the game Oakland, California
I'm Short Dawg, I hope momma warned ya

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

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

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

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

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
Respect the game and you can all night
If you snitchin', get caught slippin'
If you or cripn', other niggaz set-trippin'
Watch yo' back, it take a brainiac
We got a lot of homicidal maniacs in the
Sometimes is terrible
Y'all say goodbye, say be careful

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
livin' on the streets and you can't skip town
But ain't no slow in the triple oh
If you fuckin up you get to go
Somebody gon' hold you
So you can't get up off that cold
Lights flashin', and you passin' out
You you fucked up with your bad-ass mouth

Once upon a time they knocked you out
Maybe back in ninety-nine, but not in
Anybody wanna do it the old school?
Hella at the park with no shootin'
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 from the old
old school baby, beotch!