Luyện nghe bài hát Old School

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

I came in the door as the goes
around the room all I seen was hoes
It's like a pussy supermarket, let's go
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 maybe tonight, I might find a beauty
With a big ol' booty, no
We'll have a few and then roll out
I can't do the Fever'
'Cause it's too many black hoes that might see ya
If I peep a white broad with some ass and

Fine as hell have to ask the bitch somein'
'Cause I end up fuckin'
I don't care what you say, I owe you hoes nothin'
I tall bitches, even fuck small bitches
Too bad I can't fuck all you
It don't take players like me too
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

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

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

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

Too times in a player's wife
We always have to what you squares feel like
that, do what you gotta do
I see you creepin' through the hood buyin'
I know I'm fuckin' hoes, and high
You wanna me but you livin' a lie
With yo' suit and tie, and yo' love for
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

cross the game they'll take yo' life
Respect the and you can play all night
If you snitchin', don't get caught
If you or cripn', other niggaz set-trippin'
Watch yo' back, it 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 woulda killed yo' ass
For a reason, they might even keep you
Fuck your world up, you can't get down
Broke livin' on the streets and you skip town
But no slow deaths in the triple oh
If you up then you get to go
Somebody gon' you down
So you can't get up off cold ground
Lights flashin', and you keep out
You know you fucked up with bad-ass mouth

upon a time they woulda knocked you out
Maybe back in ninety-nine, but not in
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!