Luyện nghe bài hát In Tha Park

1, 2,
Yeah, niggas know about Fatback
With the color records they had back in the days
You what I mean, the belt driven turntables
Technics joints with the slip mats

Put nickels on the
So the motherfucking record jump
The needle won't skip and
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,
Peace to Pylon rap

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

Seen poles get used for power, I was a little 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 stopped
Guess the blew out one of his amps
It'd take a little while, then it come on
Somebody stepped on the wire and shit, all

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

Couple niggas had two
Other than that, cleared a circle in the and shoot five
Girls they 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, bubbles on the wall

We must you
Where this rap come
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 from New York City
Prolly hit the rink USA
Schoolly, "Gangster Boogie" and "PSK"

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

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

Hit the borough Krown Rulers out of Camden
People Dukeing in the party, all cramped in
Around the time Flav cold lamping
"Rebel a Pause" was the street anthem

Old Memorex cassette, tape
spotlights on all the fights at the Spectrum
When the Fresh Fest come, bombers and sheepskins
Brothers would bust guns to get one

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

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

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

We remind you
Where this rap come
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