Luyện nghe bài hát Old School New School

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I told y'all, I like the other cats
I'm fresh like a Wii, niggas playing jacks
They all a bunch of a rats, they copying off 2Pac's
tuxedos to hide they tight speedo

Chains is tucked in, I'm
Fuck your ego and touch your girl's labito
There will be on flyer, LL Cool J
Taking you and higher

The wire, the GOAT, the sire
Who good at 24's if you want flat
Telling your soul and then performing with a
People, please, listen to these liars

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 faking like the

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

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

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

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

I told y'all I giving up
I told y'all, I can jump on tracks and switch the up
Do work, rap like a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, it up

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

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

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

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