Luyện nghe bài hát In Tha Park

1, 2,
Yeah, niggas know about Fatback
With the different 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 motherfucking record won't
The needle skip and shit
Getting juice from the light poles
Shout out to the Bronx,

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

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

Seen light poles get used for power, I was a little
stay out late, I was sour
So I sat by the window, the DJ cut
Impeach the Pres, Apache and just

Redding, swing, the music stopped
Guess the system blew out one of his
take a little while, then it come back on
Somebody stepped on the wire and shit, all

Now everybody's in the groove, echo chamber
"Check one two, one two", that's my
lights is live, Pink Champale
Little pink joints being lit up on the

Couple had two fives
Other that, cleared a circle in the park and shoot five
Girls wore they Lees and
and Lees, TF Lords fit the fellies

[Incomprehensible] and Kangol buckets,
Go to like, fuck it
Seen the stamp on that Eddie
Niggas coming from the Funhouse
Dusted, bubbles on the wall

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

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

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

I shells, Gazelles, top tens and lottos
Mega design, reefer smoke, Coqui nine
Entire wore velours, call the boys with the Lucci
84's from Atlantic Gucci store

break dancing, Rust-Oleum cans
I put the writing on the signed, "Truly yours"
Philly smashed '87 Seminar
Out on the battlefield like Pat

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

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

MC Breeze, Disco C, Jazzy
Cash and Miz and Lady B
banging "Sucker MC's" in '83
I was South Philly like St. Charles and D

Them wild North Side Puerto Ricans snuff you
Twenty deep in a Ford Escort, the Tuff Crew
I to follow my cousin, he was a buck too
don't like how I'm living, well, fuck you

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

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

We remind you
Where this rap come
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 to do it out in the dark