Luyện nghe bài hát Old School (Cookin Soul Remix)

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

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 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
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 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 catch a
the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember
Way back, the weed they had
Too many in the trey bag
I'm on the train headin uptown,
With some wild kids Bucktown, profiling
Cause the hoochies was starin, thinking, "Why niggas swearing?"
I'm wondering if her hair, I remember
Stickball, pump the on the wall
Or leaks on the steps, stinking up the hall
my childhood, wild as a juvenile
A nigga tryin to stay away from Rikers Isle
Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to it true
Out on the roof sipping 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old

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

Remember popping and to Kurtis Blow, the name belts
And Scott the Super 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 the Bells
Forget the TV, to hit the streets and do graffiti
Be careful let the transit cops see me
It ain't nothing 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 here
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 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 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