Luyện nghe bài hát Whayback

[El Da
I calculate eighty-five was the year
I first the pen, daydreamin of the cheers
Ahead rockin shows, no Girbauds that sag
The windbreaker suits and backspins was mad
I stress progress roll joints at my
til the ill wee hours, and I knew it was the
I hit mad spots, many got dropped
While I was gettin props niggaz was dealin on the
Stayin in crib on the was Marley Marl
was freakin the cuts Mr. was speakin
That's how I got my first taste, tapes
til the rhyme was great and my style would escalate
Practice made my perfect
Now my dap gets clap, I'm the rap snap fanatic
But now in nine-trey I got the T-Ray
And my trunks, my roots are growin styles from

..

One]
I flash back to fat Kangol hats, plastic
Back when steppin on kicks in eighty-six got your ass
Bombers and sheepskins, were common when I first rhymin
Still I found to go bombin
Me and my pals Cazals with no glass
Dark flavored Clarks, Lee off the ass
Back Mr. Magic had it goin all the way on
the beat BDP, added 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 sumthin missin in the mix
But now I got a deal, so up to me to fix
When niggaz put me up on, funky raps to cut on
Word is BOND, if I hear another rap song
I might snap and it's an actual
that I'ma it like that, cause this is strictly bout the whayback

..

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

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

..

"It's a demo.." "Back in in the days"
"You to chill.." "Back in back in the days"
"South Bronx" "The Bri to The Bridge"
Bronx" "Back in back in the days"
"Jimbrowski..
that's it is" "Back in back in the days"
"Like that y'all, it's like that
like thatta that, it's like that y'all" (4X)