Luyện nghe bài hát Old School

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

I came in the door as the story
Looked around the room all I seen was
It's like a pussy supermarket, go shoppin'
Packed like sardines, clubs poppin'
the V.I.P. section
I'm to hit the pharmacy, and get my head connected
Get me protection
around and see who I wanna have sex with

The usual a nice high yellow
Or tonight, I might find a black beauty
With a big ol' booty, no
We'll have a few and then roll out
I do the 'Jungle Fever'
'Cause it's too black hoes here that might see ya
If I peep a white broad with some ass and

Fine as I'ma have to ask the bitch somein'
'Cause I might end up
I don't what you say, I don't owe you hoes nothin'
I fuck tall bitches, even small bitches
Too bad I can't all you bitches
It take players like me too long
To get bitches like you to let me take you
I got the from Oakland, California
I'm Short Dawg, I hope momma warned 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 tryin' to get the money I'ma do my
On the weekends, we like to
Cash checks ride away wait
Fuck crime I'm bustin' Too Short
Unless bout millions I ain't tryin' to do time
It's like is Saturday
So many let me have my way

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

Too many times in a wife
We have to hear what you squares feel like
that, do what you gotta do
I see you creepin' through the hood 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 shit motherfucker and Short Dawg knows

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

Don't cross the game take yo' life
the game and you can play all night
If you snitchin', don't get caught
If you bloodn' or cripn', other 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, niggaz say be

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

Once upon a time they knocked you out
Maybe in ninety-nine, but not in 2000
Anybody wanna do it the old school?
Hella niggaz at the park no shootin'
afternoon, at the park
Niggaz leanin' hella hard by in the car

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