Luyện nghe bài hát Old School (Cookin Soul Remix)

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 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

I remember Mr. Magic, Flash, Caz
LL raising hell but, didn't last
B. & Rakim was, the shit to me
I flip to see a E. Fresh show, with Ricky D
And Red Alert was puttin in work, Chuck Chill
Had my homies on the getting ill, when shit was real
Went out to steal, Raw, with Daddy Kane
When De La was puttin Potholes in the game
I can't explain how it was,
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 Private Stock
my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte
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 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 be here 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
more could I say, I wouldn't be here today
If the old school pave the way

I had, Toes, and BVD's
A killer crease inside my when I hit the streets
I'm skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss
Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I
Way back, the weed they had
Too many in the trey bag
I'm on the train uptown, freestyling
some wild kids from Bucktown, profiling
Cause the hoochies was starin, thinking, "Why niggas 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 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, 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 be here today
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 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 pave the way
more could I say, I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't the way

Remember popping and locking to Blow, the name belts
And Scott LaRock the Super Ho in Latin Quarters
When Slick was spittin La-Di-Da-Di
Gaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I
Breakdancing to Mel
and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells
Forget the TV, to hit the streets and do graffiti
Be don't let the transit cops see me
It ain't like the old school!

What more 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 didn't 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 pave the way
What more I say, I wouldn't 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