Luyện nghe bài hát Old School New School

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

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

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

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

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

I effeminate these clowns, tryin' to me down
Ask Puffy and Nas, who 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 inferno
Old school, new school, need to though
I burn baby burn disco inferno

I told y'all that I was coming
I y'all I ain't going out like that
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 wasn't like the cats
I'm fresh like a Wii, niggas playing jacks
They all a bunch of a rats, they copying off 2Pac's
Wearing tuxedos to hide they speedo

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

The wire, the GOAT, the grand
Who good at 24's if you want tires
Telling your soul and then performing with a
People, please, don't listen to liars

Ladies and gentlemen, these, niggas is you up
Bunch of 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, need to though
I burn burn like disco inferno
Old school, new school, need to learn
I burn baby burn like disco

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

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

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

I told I wasn't giving up
I told y'all, I can on tracks and switch the rhythm 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, and cheers
Front row T-Shirt, L, we
I every album, too many to count 'em

Watch your movies, your the only good about 'em
Todd Smith jeans, I live without 'em
And the only I want from you
Is for you to keep doing that you do

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

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