Luyện nghe bài hát Whayback

[El Da
I calculate that eighty-five was the
I first the pen, daydreamin of the cheers
Ahead from shows, no Girbauds that sag
The windbreaker suits and that was mad
I stress progress joints at my rest
til the ill wee hours, and I it was the best
I hit mad spots, crews got dropped
I was gettin props niggaz was dealin on the block
Stayin in crib on the weekends was Marley
was freakin the cuts Mr. Magic was
That's how I got my taste, makin tapes
til the rhyme skill was and my style would escalate
Practice made my perfect
Now my dap clap, cause I'm the rap snap fanatic
But now in nine-trey I got the T-Ray
And my trunks, my roots are styles from whayback

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[Tame
I back to fat Kangol hats, with plastic
Back when on kicks in eighty-six got your ass kicked
Bombers and sheepskins, were common when I first rhymin
Still I found to go bombin
Me and my rocked Cazals with no glass
Dark Clarks, Lee Denims off the ass
Back when Mr. Magic had it all the way on
the beat with BDP, flavor like a crayon
Indeed would represent with the skills
But now in ninety-three a lot of can get the dillz
It seems like a little sumthin in the mix
But now I got a deal, so up to me to fix
When niggaz put me up on, with raps to cut on
Word is BOND, if I hear wack rap song
I might snap and it's an actual
that I'ma kick it like that, cause this is strictly bout the

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[El Da
Aww man damn, whayback, things was fat
Had the Godfather knot, a hat, things are kinda wack
now, packed up, my cardboard and away
I didn't a choice, the culture was slayed
B.D. had died, and things were
The West was here and all these wack beats appearin
DJ's were breakin down record store
to get the Biz Dance and the Moore's
to Buck Four, Rocksteady on the floor
New York and crews plus many more
Remember the time you didn't pack a nine
Niggaz came to hear some, funky ass rhymes
But all of that's over, cause wanna act up
No clubs to go to, they'll just rap up
how the media wants it to stop
So peep the verse and last showin of Rock
So check it, the brothers wreck it
To get expected, cause hip-hop, should be respect
Gotta get it back, to get it on
Artifacts kickin styles illy on the

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Like back when my Timberlands were size sixes
I used to take pictures spitballs at bitches
Cross New Jersey Transit to see a rapper kick it
But now I ain't with it, cause niggaz ain't worth the ticket
Shit man, I remember jams that were
Gettin me and my man in, was harder backgammon
would scratch back to back from boom baps
And rappers with real raps, could drop shit fat
But now kid, as I recollect, rappers out who wreck
respected, just got stuck up in my deck
Real deal hip-hop, when Biz used to
His fat ass, on do a dance, in busted Reeboks
Niggaz musta forgot, real rhymes was hot
Cause now if you ain't gold, you got no props
But fuck that, I'm that, I don't play that
The Artifacts drops math about the whayback

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