Luyện nghe bài hát Old School

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Too times in a player's wife
We always have to what you squares feel like
Fuck that, do what you do
I see you through the hood buyin' prostitutes
I know I'm hoes, and gettin' high
You criticize me but you livin' a lie
With yo' suit and tie, and yo' love for
You ain't motherfucker and Short Dawg knows

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

Don't cross the they'll take yo' life
Respect the game and you can play all
If you snitchin', don't get caught
If you bloodn' or cripn', niggaz set-trippin'
Watch yo' back, it take a brainiac
We got a lot of maniacs in the streets
Sometimes is terrible
Y'all say goodbye, niggaz say be

Back in the day they woulda yo' ass
For a reason, they might even you breathin'
your whole world up, you can't 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
Somebody gon' hold you
So you can't get up off that cold
Lights flashin', and you passin' out
You know you fucked up your bad-ass mouth

Once upon a time they woulda you out
Maybe in ninety-nine, but not in 2000
wanna do it like 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 the old school, do the old school
Old do the old school
I'm from the old
old school baby, beotch!