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 around the room all I was hoes
It's like a pussy supermarket, let's go
Packed like sardines, clubs straight
the V.I.P. section
I'm bout to hit the pharmacy, and get my connected
Get me some
around and see who I wanna have sex with

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don't the game they'll take yo' life
Respect the and you can play all night
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
Sometimes life is
Y'all say goodbye, niggaz say be

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

Once upon a time they woulda you out
Maybe back in ninety-nine, but not in
Anybody do it like the old school?
Hella niggaz at the with no shootin'
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 do the old school
I'm from the old
Yeah old baby, beotch!