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 know what I mean, the driven turntables
With Technics with the slip mats

Put nickels on the
So the motherfucking record jump
The needle won't and shit
Getting from the fucking light poles
Shout out to the Bronx,

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

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

Seen light poles get 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 just

Otis Redding, swing, the music
Guess the blew out one of his amps
It'd 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 lights is live, Champale
Little joints being lit up on the side

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

[Incomprehensible] and Kangol buckets,
Go to Sergio's like, it
the stamp on that Crazy Eddie
Niggas coming from the Funhouse
Dusted, throwing on the wall

We must you
Where this rap 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 started at the 'After Midnight Philly' but with me
Mad niggas coming down New York City
hit the skating rink USA
Schoolly, "Gangster Boogie" and "PSK"

I remember shells, Gazelles, top tens and
Mega design, smoke, Coqui nine bottles
Entire wore velours, call the boys the Lucci wore?
84's Atlantic City Gucci store

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

Hit the borough Krown Rulers 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 cassette, tape collections
Bright spotlights on all the at the Spectrum
When the Fresh Fest come, leather and sheepskins
would bust they guns to get one

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

Them wild North Side Ricans would snuff you
Twenty deep in a Ford Escort, pumping the Crew
I used to 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 into somebody's dollar party, into shit
And nights, shoulda been in bed
Instead, I was running 'round with them downtown heads

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

We remind 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 to do it out in the dark