Luyện nghe bài hát In Tha Park

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

Put nickels on the
So the motherfucking record jump
The needle skip and shit
Getting juice from the fucking light
out to the Bronx, nigga

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

And the DJ that the first scratch
Paved the way for Flex, Cee, 'nuff of them cats
See, this rap came at a time that was accurate
something 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, Apache and just

Redding, swing, the music stopped
Guess the system blew out one of his
It'd a little while, then it come back on
Somebody stepped on the wire and shit, all

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

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

and Kangol buckets, BVD's
Go to like, fuck it
Seen the on that Crazy Eddie
coming back from the Funhouse
Dusted, throwing on the wall

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 used to do it out in the

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

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

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

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

Old Memorex cassette, collections
spotlights on all the fights at the Spectrum
When the Fresh 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. and Crazy D

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

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

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

We remind 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 used to do it out in the