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

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

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

I'm a legend, I'm iconic
Fall off, rebuild, man's bionic
Put your trust in me, I let you down
I always come up with a way to checkmate clowns

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

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

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

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

The wire, the GOAT, the sire
Who good at if you want flat tires
Telling your soul and then performing with a
People, please, don't to these liars

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

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

Is it really possible I'm 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 grand kids could they grand kids
And they grand kids, can feed they kids

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

I told y'all I wasn't 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 been standing by my side for
out concerts, screams and cheers
Front row T-Shirt, L, we
I bought every album, too many to 'em

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

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

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