Luyện nghe bài hát Old School New School

Classic, uh, uh, uh
I'd like to welcome y'all to 13
My is LL Cool J
AKA the
R. on the track, uh, uh, uh

I told y'all I would make a killing
I told y'all I blow like St. Helen's
I told y'all I'm the truth, they paint me like a
on paper, the inch to penicillin

I y'all the real, they started catching feelings
Muthafuck 'em all, ya L's to the ceiling
Cool J, still hotter a helicopter crashing in lava
Still sweeter to the ladies a box of Godiva

Music is like a game of cops and robbers
Too Indians, no chiefs to follow
I'm sowing today, I be reaping tomorrow
So here's some joyful bars, to your sorrow

I'm a legend, I'm iconic
Fall off, rebuild, your man's
Put your trust in me, I never let you
I always come up with a way to these clowns

I effeminate these clowns, tryin' to me down
Ask and Nas, who hates me now
The phenomenon, ladies the don
I give 'em an ear-gasm, they can't keep

Old school, new school, need to though
I burn baby burn like disco
Old school, new school, need to learn
I burn baby like disco inferno

I told that I was coming back
I told y'all I ain't out like that
I told I was the greatest to ever rap
And I built Def Jam and a piss on the map

I told y'all, I wasn't the other cats
I'm fresh a Wii, them niggas playing jacks
They all a bunch of a rats, they copying off stats
Wearing tuxedos to hide tight speedo

Chains is in, I'm incognito
Fuck with ego and touch your girl's labito
There will never be on flyer, LL J
Taking you and higher

The wire, the GOAT, the sire
Who good at 24's if you flat tires
Telling your soul and then performing a choir
People, please, don't listen to these

Ladies and gentlemen, these, niggas is you up
of irrelevant shit, it's not intelligent, is it?
My shit's exquisite, don't the yellow brick road
Them niggas like the Wizard

Old school, new school, to learn though
I burn baby like disco inferno
Old school, new school, need to though
I burn burn like disco inferno

Is it possible I'm this hot?
LL Cool J, on top?
24 years, I ain't forget the
You can ask my Jay in the

Linden Boulevard, Coupe, big rocks
Real estate only, I ain't with the stocks
Why not, so our kids could feed they grand kids
And they grand kids, can feed damn kids

And Collin Park ya hands in the air
Jump I turn 'em in a Cool J affair
My word is my bond, every summer I'm
can jump double dutch while I'm laying in the cut

I told I wasn't giving up
I told y'all, I can jump on tracks and switch the up
Do work, treat rap a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, it up

You'd standing by my side for years
Sold out concerts, and cheers
row T-Shirt, L, we here
I bought every album, too to count 'em

Watch your movies, the only good thing about 'em
Todd Smith jeans, I can't without 'em
And the thing I want from you
Is for you to keep doing shit you do

Old school, new school, to learn though
I burn baby like disco inferno
Old school, new school, to learn though
I burn baby burn like disco

Old school, new school, need to learn
I baby burn like disco inferno
Old school, new school, need to learn
I burn baby like disco inferno