Luyện nghe bài hát In Tha Park

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and Kangol buckets, BVD's
Go to Sergio's like, it
Seen the on that Crazy Eddie
Niggas back from the Funhouse
Dusted, throwing bubbles on the

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 used to do it out in the

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

I remember shells, Gazelles, top and lottos
Mega design, reefer smoke, Coqui nine
Entire wore velours, call the boys with the wore?
from Atlantic City Gucci store

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

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

Old cassette, tape collections
Bright on all the fights at the Spectrum
When the Fest come, leather bombers and sheepskins
Brothers bust they guns to get one

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

Them wild Side 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 don't like how I'm living, well, you

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

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

We remind you
Where this rap 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