Luyện nghe bài hát Old School New School

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

I y'all that I would make a killing
I told y'all I blow like St. Helen's
I told y'all I'm the truth, they paint me like a
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 sweeter to the than a box of Godiva

Music industry is like a game of and robbers
Too many Indians, no chiefs to
I'm sowing today, I be reaping tomorrow
So here's some joyful bars, to replace sorrow

I'm beyond a legend, I'm
Fall off, rebuild, man's bionic
Put trust 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 give 'em an ear-gasm, they can't calm

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

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

I y'all, I wasn't like the other 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 your ego and touch your girl's
There never be on flyer, LL Cool J
Taking you and higher

The wire, the GOAT, the grand
Who good at 24's if you want tires
Telling your soul and then with a choir
People, please, listen 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 faking like the Wizard

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

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

And Collin Park ya hands in the air
before I turn 'em in a Cool J affair
My is my bond, every summer I'm there
Y'all can jump double dutch while I'm 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, treat rap like a skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, it up

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

Watch your movies, 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 that you do

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