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

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

Music industry is like a of cops and robbers
Too many Indians, no chiefs to
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, man's bionic
Put your trust in me, I let you down
I always come up with a way to checkmate clowns

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

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

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

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

Chains is tucked in, I'm
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 soul and then performing a choir
People, please, don't listen to liars

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

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

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

Boulevard, little Coupe, big rocks
Real estate only, I ain't with the stocks
Why not, so our grand kids could feed grand kids
And they grand kids, can they damn 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 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, treat rap like a skirt
Sow it up, rep hood, nigga, throw it up

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

your 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 keep doing shit you do

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