Luyện nghe bài hát In Tha Park

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

Put on the needles
So the motherfucking won't jump
The needle skip and shit
Getting from the fucking light poles
out to the Bronx, nigga

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

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

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

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

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

niggas had two fives
Other than that, cleared a in the park and shoot five
Girls they Lees and jellies
Jordache and Lees, TF fit the fellies

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

We must you
this 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 to do it out in the dark

Yo, it all started at the 'After Midnight but walk with me
Mad niggas down from New York City
Prolly hit the skating 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 the Lucci wore?
84's from Atlantic City store

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

Hit the borough Krown Rulers out of Camden
Patty Dukeing in the party, all cramped in
Around the time started cold lamping
"Rebel a Pause" was the street anthem

Old Memorex cassette, tape
Bright spotlights on all the at the Spectrum
When the Fresh Fest come, bombers and sheepskins
would bust they guns to get one

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

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

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

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

We must you
this 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