Luyện nghe bài hát Old School New School

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

I told y'all I would make a killing
I told y'all I blow like St. Helen's
I told I'm the truth, they paint me like a villain
on paper, the inch to penicillin

I y'all the real, they started catching feelings
Muthafuck 'em all, throw ya L's to the
Cool J, still than a helicopter crashing in lava
Still 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 tomorrow
So here's some bars, to replace your 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 a way to checkmate these clowns

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

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

I told that I was coming back
I told y'all I going out like that
I y'all I was the greatest 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 playing jacks
They all a bunch of a rats, they copying off 2Pac's
Wearing tuxedos to hide tight speedo

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

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

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

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

Is it really possible I'm this
LL J, still on top?
24 years, I forget the block
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 feed they grand kids
And they grand kids, can they damn kids

And Collin Park throw ya in the air
Jump before I '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 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 standing by my side for years
out concerts, screams 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
Smith jeans, I can't live without 'em
And the thing I want from you
Is for you to keep that shit you do

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