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 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 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 Doug E. show, with Ricky D
And Red Alert was puttin in work, with Chuck
Had my homies on the hill getting ill, when was real
Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy
When De La Soul was 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 Private
my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte
Listen to Treach, KRS to get me the night
T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic
Remember "Push It" was the bomb shit, 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 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 school pave the way
What could I say, I wouldn't be here today
If the old school pave the way

I had, Shell Toes, and
A killer crease inside my when I hit the streets
I'm playing skelly, to leavey, or catch a kiss
Before the homies in my hood learned to a bitch, I remember
Way back, the weed they had
Too many in the trey bag
I'm on the train uptown, freestyling
With some wild from Bucktown, profiling
the hoochies was starin, thinking, "Why them niggas swearing?"
I'm wondering if that's her hair, I
Stickball, pump the hoochies on the
Or leaks on the steps, stinking up the hall
Through my childhood, as a juvenile
A young nigga tryin to stay from Rikers Isle
Me and my homies breakin nights, to keep it true
Out on the roof sipping 90 proof, ain't nuttin the old school

What 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 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
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 today
If the old didn't pave 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 parties, I remember
to Melle Mel
Jekyll and Hyde, LL he Rocks the Bells
Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do
Be careful don't let the cops see me
It ain't nothing the old school!

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