Luyện nghe bài hát Old School

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

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

The usual a nice yellow cutie
Or maybe tonight, I might a black beauty
a big ol' booty, no doubt
We'll have a few drinks and roll out
I can't do the 'Jungle
'Cause it's too many 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 what you say, I don't owe you hoes nothin'
I tall bitches, even fuck small bitches
Too bad I can't all you bitches
It don't take players like me too
To get like you to let me take you home
I got the game from Oakland,
I'm Short Dawg, I your momma warned ya

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

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

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

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

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

Don't cross the game they'll take yo'
Respect the and you can play all night
If you snitchin', don't get slippin'
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 killed yo' ass
For a reason, they might keep you breathin'
Fuck whole world up, you can't get down
Broke livin' on the streets and you can't town
But ain't no slow deaths in the oh
If you up then you get to go
Somebody hold you down
So you get up off that cold ground
Lights flashin', and you passin' out
You you fucked up with your bad-ass mouth

Once upon a they woulda knocked you out
back in ninety-nine, but not in 2000
Anybody wanna do it the old school?
Hella niggaz at the park with no
Sunday afternoon, at the
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 do the old school
I'm the old school
Yeah old baby, beotch!