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

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

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

I'm a legend, I'm iconic
off, rebuild, your man's bionic
Put your trust in me, I never let you
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, love the don
I give 'em an ear-gasm, can't keep calm

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

I told y'all I was coming back
I told y'all I 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 like the other cats
I'm fresh like a Wii, them niggas jacks
They all a bunch of a rats, copying off 2Pac's stats
Wearing tuxedos to hide tight speedo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I y'all I wasn't giving up
I y'all, I can jump on tracks and switch the rhythm up
Do work, treat rap like a skirt
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 bought every album, too to count 'em

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

Old school, new school, need to learn
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 like disco inferno