Luyện nghe bài hát In Tha Park

1, 2,
Yeah, niggas don't about Fatback
With the color records they had back in the days
You what I mean, the belt driven turntables
With joints with the slip mats

Put on the needles
So the record won't jump
The won't skip and shit
Getting juice from the fucking poles
Shout out to the Bronx,

Aiyyo, this shit go way back a Uni marker
Kid bombing the D train and hit the up
Krylon bandits attack, Planet Rock,
Peace to Pylon rap

And the DJ that made the scratch
Paved the way for Flex, Cee, 'nuff of them cats
See, rap shit came at a time that was accurate
something years later, I mastered it

Seen light poles get for power, I was a little nigga
Couldn't out late, I was sour
So I sat by the window, the DJ cut
the Pres, Apache and just begun

Otis Redding, swing, the stopped
Guess the blew out one of his amps
It'd take a while, then it come back on
stepped on the wire and shit, that's all

Now everybody's back in the groove, chamber
"Check one two, one two", my favorite
Strobe is live, Pink Champale
Little joints being lit up on the side

Couple niggas had two
Other than that, cleared a circle in the park and five
Girls wore they Lees and
Jordache and Lees, TF Lords fit the

[Incomprehensible] and buckets, BVD's
Go to like, fuck it
Seen the on that Crazy Eddie
Niggas coming from the Funhouse
Dusted, throwing bubbles on the

We must you
Where rap come from
Yes, my brother, my
our duty, we must remind you

Hip hop was set out in the
Hip hop was set out in the
Hip hop was set out in the
We used to do it out in the

Yo, it all started at the 'After Midnight but walk with me
Mad niggas coming down from New York
hit the skating rink USA
Schoolly, "Gangster Boogie" and "PSK"

I remember shells, Gazelles, top and lottos
Mega design, reefer smoke, Coqui bottles
wore velours, call the boys with the Lucci wore?
84's from City Gucci store

Linoleum break dancing, cans
I put the writing on the signed, "Truly yours"
Philly smashed '87 Seminar
Out on the battlefield Pat Benatar

Hit the with Krown Rulers out of Camden
People Dukeing in the party, all cramped in
Around the time Flav started cold
"Rebel Without a Pause" was the street

Old cassette, tape collections
Bright spotlights on all the at the Spectrum
When the Fresh Fest come, leather bombers and
Brothers would bust they to get one

MC Breeze, C, Jazzy Jeff
Cash Money and Miz and B
Everybody "Sucker MC's" in '83
I was Philly like St. Charles and Crazy D

Them wild North Puerto Ricans would snuff you
Twenty deep in a Ford Escort, pumping the Crew
I used to my cousin, he was a buck too
Y'all like how I'm living, well, fuck you

I been a G a little kid
Sticking my head up into somebody's dollar party, into shit
And late nights, shoulda in bed
Instead, I was running 'round with downtown lemon heads

A little man, hanging where grown women is
Under thirteen, real strong images
And that's the reason for my rap penmanship
That's where I started it and that's where I'mma it

We must you
Where this rap from
Yes, my brother, my
our duty, we must remind you

Hip hop was set out in the
Hip hop was set out in the
Hip hop was set out in the
We used to do it out in the