Luyện nghe bài hát Old School New School

Classic, uh, uh, uh
I'd to welcome y'all to Exit 13
My name is LL 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 Mount St. Helen's
I told y'all I'm the truth, they me like a villain
Sick on paper, the to penicillin

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

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

I'm a legend, I'm iconic
Fall off, rebuild, your man's
Put your in me, I never let you down
I always come up a way to checkmate these clowns

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

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

I told y'all I was coming back
I told I ain't going 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 other
I'm fresh like a Wii, niggas playing jacks
They all a bunch of a rats, they copying off 2Pac's
Wearing tuxedos to hide tight speedo

Chains is in, I'm incognito
Fuck with your ego and touch your labito
There will be on flyer, LL Cool J
you higher and higher

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

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

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

Is it possible I'm this hot?
LL Cool J, still on
24 years, I forget the block
You can ask my Jay in the

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

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

I told y'all I giving up
I told y'all, I can jump on tracks and the rhythm up
Do work, treat rap a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, it up

You'd been standing by my side for
out concerts, screams and cheers
Front row T-Shirt, L, we
I bought 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 only I want from you
Is for you to doing 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 inferno

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