Luyện nghe bài hát Old School (Cookin Soul Remix)

What more could I say, I 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
What more I say, I wouldn't 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

I Mr. Magic, Flash, Grandmaster Caz
LL raising hell but, didn't last
B. & Rakim was, the shit to me
I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, Ricky D
And Red was puttin in work, with Chuck Chill
Had my homies on the getting ill, when shit was real
Went out to steal, remember Raw, Daddy Kane
De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the game
I can't how it was, Whodini
Had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause I was
block parties in the projects, and on my block
You diggy don't stop, sippin on that Stock
Through my Queen 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 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
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 today
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
What more could I say, I wouldn't be here
If the old didn't pave the way

I had, Toes, and BVD's
A crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets
I'm playing skelly, to leavey, or catch a kiss
Before the homies in my hood to smack a bitch, I remember
Way back, the weak weed had
Too many seeds in the bag
I'm on the train headin uptown,
With wild kids from Bucktown, profiling
the hoochies was starin, thinking, "Why them niggas swearing?"
I'm if that's her hair, I remember
Stickball, pump the hoochies on the
Or leaks on the steps, stinking up the hall
Through my childhood, wild as a
A young nigga tryin to stay away from Isle
Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to 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
What more could I say, I wouldn't be 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
more could I say, I wouldn't be here today
If the old school pave the way
What more 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 didn't the way

Remember popping and locking to Blow, the name belts
And Scott LaRock the Ho back in Latin Quarters
When Slick Rick was La-Di-Da-Di
the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remember
Breakdancing to Mel
Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the
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 more could I say, I wouldn't be 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 more 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 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 didn't pave the way