Luyện nghe bài hát Old School New School

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

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

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

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

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

I effeminate these clowns, to take me down
Ask and Nas, who hates me now
The phenomenon, ladies the don
I give 'em an ear-gasm, they keep calm

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

I told that I was coming back
I told y'all I ain't 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, them playing jacks
They all a of a rats, they copying off 2Pac's stats
Wearing tuxedos to they tight speedo

is tucked in, I'm incognito
Fuck with your ego and touch your girl's
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 flat tires
Telling your soul and then performing with a
People, please, don't to these liars

and gentlemen, these, niggas is selling 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 learn
I burn baby burn disco inferno
Old school, new school, need to though
I burn baby burn like inferno

Is it really I'm this hot?
LL Cool J, on top?
24 years, I forget the block
You can ask my Jay in the

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

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

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

You'd been by my side for years
out concerts, screams 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
Smith jeans, I can't live without 'em
And the only thing I from you
Is for you to keep doing shit you do

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