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 I blow like Mount St. Helen's
I y'all I'm the truth, they paint me like a villain
Sick on paper, the inch to

I told y'all the real, started catching feelings
Muthafuck 'em all, throw ya L's to the
Cool J, still hotter than a crashing in lava
Still sweeter to the ladies 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 bars, to replace your sorrow

I'm beyond a legend, I'm
off, rebuild, your man's bionic
Put your trust in me, I let you down
I always up with a way to checkmate these clowns

I effeminate clowns, tryin' to take me down
Ask and Nas, who hates 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 baby burn like disco inferno
Old school, new school, need to though
I burn baby burn like inferno

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

I told y'all, I like the other cats
I'm fresh a Wii, them niggas playing jacks
They all a bunch of a rats, they off 2Pac's stats
Wearing tuxedos to hide they speedo

Chains is tucked in, I'm
Fuck with your ego and touch your labito
There 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 soul and then performing with a choir
People, please, don't to these liars

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

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

Is it really possible I'm this
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 could feed they grand kids
And they grand kids, can they damn kids

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

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

You'd standing by my side for years
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 from you
Is for you to doing that shit you do

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

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