Luyện nghe bài hát Old School New School

Classic, uh, uh, uh
I'd like to welcome y'all to 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 inch to

I told y'all the real, they started feelings
Muthafuck 'em all, throw ya L's to the
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 many Indians, no to follow
What I'm today, I be reaping tomorrow
So here's some joyful bars, to 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 a way to checkmate these clowns

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

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

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

Chains is tucked in, I'm
Fuck with your ego and your 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 soul and then performing with a
People, please, don't listen to these

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

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

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

Boulevard, little Coupe, big rocks
Real estate only, I ain't fucking the stocks
Why not, so our grand kids could feed they grand
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 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 the rhythm up
Do work, treat rap like a skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, it up

You'd standing by my side for years
out concerts, screams and cheers
Front row T-Shirt, L, we
I bought album, too many to count 'em

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

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

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