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, let's go
Packed like sardines, clubs straight
the V.I.P. section
I'm to hit the pharmacy, and get my head connected
Get me some
around and see who I wanna have sex with

The a nice high yellow cutie
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 many black here that might see ya
If I peep a white broad some ass and lips

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

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

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

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

Too times in a player's wife
We always have to hear what you squares feel
Fuck that, do what you do
I see you creepin' through the hood prostitutes
I know I'm fuckin' hoes, and gettin'
You wanna me but you livin' a lie
With yo' suit and tie, and yo' love for
You ain't shit motherfucker and 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 they'll take yo'
the game and you can play all night
If you snitchin', don't get caught
If you bloodn' or cripn', other niggaz
Watch yo' back, it take a brainiac
We got a lot of homicidal in the streets
Sometimes is terrible
say goodbye, niggaz say be careful

Back in the day they killed yo' ass
For a reason, they even keep you breathin'
Fuck your whole up, you can't get down
Broke livin' on the streets and you can't town
But ain't no deaths in the triple oh
If you fuckin up you get to go
Somebody 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
back in ninety-nine, but not in 2000
Anybody wanna do it the old school?
Hella niggaz at the with 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 school do the old
I'm the old school
old school baby, beotch!