Luyện nghe bài hát Old School New School

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

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

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

Music industry is like a game of cops and
Too many Indians, no chiefs to
What I'm sowing today, I be tomorrow
So here's some joyful bars, to replace 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 come up with a way to 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 keep calm

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

I told y'all 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 built Def Jam and a piss on the map

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

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

The wire, the GOAT, the sire
Who good at 24's if you flat tires
Telling your soul and then performing a choir
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 follow the brick road
Them niggas faking like the

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

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

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

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

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

Watch your movies, the only good thing about 'em
Todd Smith jeans, I can't live 'em
And the thing I want 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 learn
I baby burn like disco inferno

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