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

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

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

I'm beyond a legend, I'm
Fall off, rebuild, your man's
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, love the don
I give 'em an ear-gasm, they can't keep

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Is it really 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 only, I ain't fucking with the stocks
Why not, so our grand kids could they grand kids
And they grand kids, can feed they damn

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

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

You'd been 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 your movies, your the only good about 'em
Smith jeans, I can't live without 'em
And the only I want from you
Is for you to keep doing shit you do

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

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