Luyện nghe bài hát Old School (Cookin Soul Remix)

What more 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
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 didn't 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 in work, with Chuck Chill
Had my homies on the hill ill, when shit was real
Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Kane
De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the game
I can't explain how it was,
Had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, there I was
Them block parties in the projects, and on my
You don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock
Through my speaker Latifah, and MC Lyte
Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the
T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic
Remember "Push It" was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old

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 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 didn't the way
What more could I say, I 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

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 catch a
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 from Bucktown, profiling
Cause the hoochies was starin, thinking, "Why them swearing?"
I'm wondering if her hair, I remember
Stickball, the hoochies on the wall
Or taking leaks on the steps, stinking up the
Through my childhood, as a juvenile
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 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
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 pave the way
more 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

Remember popping and locking to Blow, the name belts
And Scott LaRock the Super Ho back in Quarters
When Rick was spittin La-Di-Da-Di
Gaming the hoochies at the neighborhood parties, I remember
Breakdancing to Mel
and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells
Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do
Be careful don't let the cops see me
It nothing like the old school!

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