Luyện nghe bài hát Old School (Cookin Soul Remix)

What more could I say, I wouldn't be today
If the old school didn't the way
more could I say, I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't the way
What more I say, I wouldn't be here today
If the old didn't pave the way
What could I say, I wouldn't be here today
If the old school pave the way

I remember Mr. Magic, Flash, Caz
LL raising hell but, didn't last
Eric B. & was, the shit to me
I flip to see a Doug E. show, with Ricky D
And Red Alert was puttin in work, with Chuck
Had my homies on the getting ill, when shit was real
out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane
When De La was puttin Potholes in the game
I can't explain how it was,
Had me puffin on that gettin buzzed, cause there I was
block parties in the projects, and on my block
You don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock
Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC
Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the
With T La and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic
"Push It" was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school

What more could I say, I wouldn't be today
If the old school didn't the way
What more I say, I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't the way
What more I say, I wouldn't be here today
If the old school pave the way
more could I say, I wouldn't be here today
If the old school pave the way
more could I say, I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't the way
What could I say, I wouldn't be here today
If the old school pave the way

I had, Toes, and BVD's
A killer crease my Lee's when I hit the streets
I'm playing skelly, to leavey, or catch a kiss
Before the homies in my hood learned to a bitch, I remember
Way back, the weed they had
Too seeds in the trey bag
I'm on the train uptown, freestyling
With some wild kids Bucktown, profiling
Cause the hoochies was starin, thinking, "Why them swearing?"
I'm if that's her hair, I remember
Stickball, pump the hoochies on the
Or taking leaks on the steps, stinking up the
Through my childhood, wild as a
A young tryin to stay away from Rikers Isle
Me and my homies nights, tryin to keep it true
Out on the roof sipping 90 proof, nuttin like the old school

What more could I say, I wouldn't be here
If the old school didn't the way
more could I say, I wouldn't be here today
If the old didn't pave the way
What more could I say, I wouldn't be here
If the old school didn't the way
more could I say, I wouldn't be here today
If the old school pave the way
What more could I say, I wouldn't be here
If the old school pave the way
What more I say, I wouldn't be here today
If the old school pave the way

popping and locking to Kurtis Blow, the name belts
And Scott the Super Ho back in Latin Quarters
Slick Rick was spittin La-Di-Da-Di
Gaming the hoochies at the neighborhood parties, I remember
Breakdancing to Mel
Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the
the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti
Be careful let the transit cops see me
It nothing like the old school!

What could I say, I wouldn't be here today
If the old school pave the way
What could I say, I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't the way
What more could I say, I wouldn't be today
If the old didn't pave the way
more could I say, I wouldn't be here today
If the old school pave the way
What more could I say, I wouldn't be here
If the old didn't pave the way
What more could I say, I wouldn't be here
If the old didn't pave the way