Luyện nghe bài hát Old School New School

Classic, uh, uh, uh
I'd like to welcome y'all to 13
My is LL Cool 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, they paint me like a
on paper, the inch to penicillin

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

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

I'm beyond a legend, I'm
Fall off, rebuild, your bionic
Put your trust in me, I never let you
I always come up with a way to checkmate clowns

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

I told y'all that I was back
I told y'all I going out like that
I told y'all I was the greatest to rap
And I built Def Jam and a piss on the map

I told y'all, I wasn't the other cats
I'm fresh like a Wii, them 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 your ego and touch your girl's labito
There never be on flyer, LL Cool J
you higher and higher

The wire, the GOAT, the sire
Who good at 24's if you flat tires
Telling your soul and performing with a choir
People, please, don't to these liars

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

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

Is it really 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 they grand kids
And they kids, can feed they damn kids

And Collin Park throw ya in the air
before I turn 'em in a Cool J affair
My word is my bond, 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 side for
Sold out concerts, screams and
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 live without 'em
And the only thing I want you
Is for you to keep that shit you do

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