Luyện nghe bài hát Old School New School

Classic, uh, uh, uh
I'd like to welcome y'all to 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 Mount St. Helen's
I told y'all I'm the truth, they paint me a villain
on paper, the inch to penicillin

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

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

I'm beyond a legend, I'm
Fall off, rebuild, your bionic
Put your trust in me, I never let you
I come up with a way to checkmate these 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, need to though
I burn burn like disco inferno
Old school, new school, need to though
I burn burn like disco inferno

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

I told y'all, I wasn't like the other
I'm fresh like a Wii, them playing jacks
They all a bunch of a rats, copying off 2Pac's stats
Wearing tuxedos to hide they speedo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I told y'all I wasn't 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 hood, nigga, throw it up

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

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

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

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