Luyện nghe bài hát Old School

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

I in the door as the story goes
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 bout to hit the pharmacy, and get my head
Get me some
Walk and see who I wanna have sex with

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

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

'Bout the old school, do the old
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 ride away can't wait
crime I'm bustin' Too Short rhymes
Unless it's millions I ain't tryin' to do time
It's like everyday is
So many bitches let me my way

You can analyze it, all you
But I was bad hoes 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 makes fine-ass call me baby
I look and think, this that fuckin' shit
Seein' this beautiful bitch, she suckin' my dick

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

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

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

Back in the day woulda killed yo' ass
For a reason, might even keep you breathin'
Fuck your world up, you can't get down
Broke livin' on the streets and you can't skip
But no slow deaths in the triple oh
If you fuckin up you get to go
Somebody gon' you down
So you can't get up off that ground
flashin', and you keep passin' out
You know you up with your bad-ass mouth

upon a time they woulda 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'
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 the old school
Yeah old baby, beotch!