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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I told y'all, I like the other cats
I'm like a Wii, them niggas playing jacks
They all a of a rats, they copying off 2Pac's stats
Wearing tuxedos to hide they tight

is tucked in, I'm incognito
Fuck with your ego and touch your labito
will 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 and then performing with a choir
People, please, don't to these liars

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

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

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

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

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

I told y'all I giving up
I told y'all, I can 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 standing by my for years
Sold out concerts, screams and
row T-Shirt, L, we here
I bought every album, too many to 'em

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

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

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