Luyện nghe bài hát In Tha Park

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

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

Aiyyo, this shit go way 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 shit came at a time was accurate
Twenty years later, I mastered it

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

Otis Redding, swing, the stopped
Guess the system out one of his amps
It'd a little while, then it come back on
Somebody on the wire and shit, that's all

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

niggas had two fives
Other than that, cleared a circle in the park and five
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 Eddie
Niggas coming from the Funhouse
Dusted, throwing on the wall

We must you
Where 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 started at the Midnight Philly' but walk with me
Mad niggas coming down from New York
Prolly hit the 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 with the Lucci
84's from City Gucci store

Linoleum break dancing, cans
I put the writing on the signed, "Truly yours"
smashed '87 Music Seminar
Out on the battlefield Pat Benatar

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

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

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

Them wild North Side Puerto Ricans would you
Twenty deep in a Ford Escort, pumping the Crew
I to follow my cousin, he was a buck too
Y'all don't 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 nights, shoulda been in bed
Instead, I was running 'round with them downtown heads

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

We must you
Where 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