Luyện nghe bài hát Old School (Cookin Soul Remix)

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

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

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

I had, Toes, and BVD's
A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the
I'm playing skelly, ring to leavey, or a kiss
Before the homies in my hood to smack a bitch, I remember
Way back, the weak they had
Too many in the trey bag
I'm on the headin uptown, freestyling
With some kids from Bucktown, profiling
Cause the hoochies was starin, thinking, "Why niggas swearing?"
I'm if that's her hair, I remember
Stickball, pump the hoochies on the
Or taking on the steps, stinking up the hall
my childhood, wild as a juvenile
A young nigga tryin to stay from Rikers Isle
Me and my homies nights, tryin to keep it true
Out on the roof sipping 90 proof, ain't nuttin the old school

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

Remember popping and locking to Kurtis Blow, the name
And Scott LaRock the Ho back in Latin Quarters
When Slick Rick was spittin
the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remember
Breakdancing to Mel
Jekyll and Hyde, LL he Rocks the Bells
Forget the TV, to hit the streets and do graffiti
Be don't 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 more could I say, I be here today
If the old school didn't the way
What more could I say, I be here today
If the old school pave the way
What more 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 here
If the old school didn't the way
What more could I say, I be here today
If the old didn't pave the way