Luyện nghe bài hát Old School

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

I came in the as the story goes
around the room all I seen was hoes
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 connected
Get me some
Walk around and see who I have sex with

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

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

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

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

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

Too many in a player's wife
We always have to what you squares feel like
that, do what you gotta do
I see you through the hood buyin' prostitutes
I know I'm hoes, and gettin' high
You wanna me but you livin' a lie
With yo' suit and tie, and yo' love for
You ain't shit motherfucker and Short Dawg

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

Don't cross the game they'll take yo'
Respect the and you can play all night
If you snitchin', don't get caught
If you or cripn', other niggaz set-trippin'
yo' back, it don't take a brainiac
We got a lot of homicidal maniacs in the
Sometimes life is
Y'all say goodbye, say be careful

Back in the day they woulda yo' ass
For a reason, they even keep you breathin'
Fuck your whole up, you can't get down
Broke on the streets and you can't skip town
But ain't no slow deaths in the oh
If you up then you get to go
Somebody gon' hold you
So you can't get up off that cold
flashin', and you keep passin' out
You know you up with your bad-ass mouth

Once a time they woulda knocked you out
back in ninety-nine, but not in 2000
Anybody do it like the old school?
niggaz at the park with no shootin'
Sunday afternoon, at the
Niggaz leanin' hella 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!