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

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

Music industry is like a game of cops and
Too Indians, no chiefs to follow
What I'm sowing today, I be tomorrow
So here's some joyful bars, to replace your

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

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

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

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

Chains is tucked in, I'm
Fuck with your ego and touch girl's labito
There never be on flyer, LL Cool J
Taking you higher and

The wire, the GOAT, the grand
Who good at 24's if you flat 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 shit, it's not intelligent, is it?
My shit's exquisite, don't follow the yellow brick
Them niggas like the Wizard

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

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

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

And Collin Park ya hands 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 while I'm laying in the cut

I told I wasn't giving up
I y'all, I can jump on tracks and switch 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 for years
out concerts, screams and cheers
Front row T-Shirt, L, we
I bought album, too many to count 'em

Watch your movies, your the good thing about 'em
Smith jeans, I can't 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 burn baby burn like disco
Old school, new school, need to though
I burn baby burn like inferno

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