Luyện nghe bài hát Old School New School

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

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

Music industry is a game of cops and robbers
Too Indians, no chiefs to follow
What I'm sowing today, I be reaping
So here's some joyful bars, to replace your

I'm beyond a legend, I'm
off, rebuild, your man's bionic
Put your in me, I never let you down
I always come up a way to checkmate these clowns

I effeminate these clowns, tryin' to me down
Ask Puffy and Nas, who 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 baby burn like disco inferno
Old school, new school, need to learn
I baby burn like disco inferno

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

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

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

The wire, the GOAT, the sire
Who at 24's if you want flat tires
Telling soul and then performing with a choir
People, please, listen to these liars

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

Old school, new school, need to learn
I burn baby burn like inferno
Old school, new school, to learn though
I burn baby burn 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, little Coupe, big
Real only, I ain't fucking with the stocks
Why not, so our grand kids could feed grand kids
And they grand kids, can they damn kids

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

I told I wasn't giving up
I y'all, I can jump on tracks and switch the rhythm up
Do work, rap like 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
row T-Shirt, L, we here
I every album, too many to count 'em

Watch your movies, your the good thing about 'em
Todd Smith jeans, I can't live '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 baby burn 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 like disco inferno
Old school, new school, need to though
I burn baby burn like inferno