Luyện nghe bài hát Old School New School

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

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

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 replace your

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

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

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

I told y'all that I was back
I told y'all I going out like that
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 like the other
I'm fresh like a Wii, them niggas playing
They all a bunch of a rats, they copying off 2Pac's
Wearing to hide they tight speedo

Chains is in, I'm incognito
Fuck with your ego and touch your labito
There will be on flyer, LL Cool J
Taking you higher and

The wire, the GOAT, the sire
Who good at 24's if you want 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, follow the yellow brick road
Them niggas like the Wizard

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

Is it possible I'm this hot?
LL Cool J, 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 with the stocks
Why not, so our grand kids could feed they grand
And they kids, can feed they damn kids

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

I y'all I wasn't giving up
I told y'all, I can jump on tracks and switch the up
Do work, treat rap a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep hood, nigga, throw it up

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

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