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

I told y'all the real, they started feelings
'em all, throw 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 is like a game of cops and robbers
Too many Indians, no to follow
What I'm sowing today, I be tomorrow
So here's some joyful bars, to replace sorrow

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 with a way to checkmate these

I effeminate these clowns, tryin' to 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, need to though
I burn baby burn like disco
Old school, new school, need to learn
I burn burn like disco inferno

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

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

is tucked in, I'm incognito
Fuck with ego and touch your girl's labito
will never 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 performing with a choir
People, please, don't to these liars

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Watch your movies, your the only good about 'em
Todd jeans, I can't live without 'em
And the only thing I from you
Is for you to keep that shit you do

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

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