Luyện nghe bài hát In Tha Park

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now back in the groove, echo chamber
"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 than that, cleared a circle in the and shoot 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 back from the Funhouse
Dusted, throwing on the wall

We must 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

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

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

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

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

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

MC Breeze, C, Jazzy Jeff
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, the Tuff Crew
I used to follow my cousin, he was a too
Y'all don't like how I'm living, well, you

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

A little man, where them grown women 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 must you
this 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