Luyện nghe bài hát Old School

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don't cross the game take yo' life
Respect the game and you can all night
If you snitchin', get caught slippin'
If you bloodn' or cripn', niggaz set-trippin'
yo' back, it don't take a brainiac
We got a lot of homicidal maniacs in the
Sometimes 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 whole world up, you get down
Broke on the streets and you can't skip town
But no slow deaths in the triple oh
If you fuckin up you get to go
gon' hold you down
So you can't get up off that ground
Lights flashin', and you keep out
You know you fucked up with your bad-ass

Once a time they woulda knocked you out
Maybe back in ninety-nine, but not in
Anybody wanna do it like the old
niggaz at the park with no shootin'
Sunday afternoon, at the
Niggaz leanin' 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
old school baby, beotch!