Luyện nghe bài hát In Tha Park

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

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

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

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

Seen light poles get used for power, I was a little
Couldn't stay out late, I was
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 little while, it come back on
Somebody stepped on the wire and shit, 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

niggas had two fives
Other than that, cleared a circle in the park and shoot
Girls wore Lees and jellies
and Lees, TF Lords fit the fellies

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

We must you
this rap come from
Yes, my brother, my
It's our duty, we 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 at the 'After Midnight Philly' but walk with me
Mad niggas coming down from New City
Prolly hit the skating USA
Schoolly, "Gangster Boogie" and "PSK"

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

Linoleum dancing, Rust-Oleum cans
I put the writing on the signed, "Truly yours"
Philly '87 Music Seminar
Out on the battlefield Pat Benatar

Hit the borough with Krown out of Camden
People Patty in the party, all cramped in
Around the time Flav started cold
"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 bombers and
would bust they guns 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 Side Puerto would snuff you
Twenty in a Ford Escort, pumping the Tuff Crew
I used to my cousin, he was a buck too
Y'all don't like how I'm living, well, you

I been a G a little kid
Sticking my up into somebody's dollar party, getting into shit
And late nights, shoulda in bed
Instead, I was 'round 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 where I started it and that's where finish it

We remind 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