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

I remember Mr. Magic, Flash, Caz
LL hell but, that didn't last
Eric B. & Rakim was, the to me
I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, 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, Daddy Kane
When De La Soul was Potholes in the game
I explain how it was, Whodini
Had me puffin on that buddha buzzed, cause there I was
Them parties in the projects, and on my block
You diggy don't stop, sippin on that Stock
Through my Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte
to Treach, KRS to get me through the night
With T La and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic
Remember "Push It" was the bomb shit, nuttin the old school

What more 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 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 more 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 when I hit the streets
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 many seeds in the bag
I'm on the train headin uptown,
With some kids from Bucktown, profiling
Cause the hoochies was starin, thinking, "Why niggas swearing?"
I'm wondering if that's her hair, I
Stickball, pump the hoochies on the
Or taking leaks on the steps, stinking up the
my childhood, wild as a juvenile
A nigga tryin to stay away from Rikers Isle
Me and my homies breakin nights, to keep it true
Out on the roof sipping 90 proof, nuttin like the old school

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 school didn't 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 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

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

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