Luyện nghe bài hát Whayback

[El Da
I that eighty-five was the year
I first grabbed the pen, of the cheers
Ahead from 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 it was the best
I hit mad spots, many got dropped
I was gettin props niggaz was dealin on the block
Stayin in crib on the weekends was Marl
was the cuts Mr. Magic was speakin
That's how I got my first taste, tapes
til the skill was great and my style would escalate
made my perfect tactics
Now my dap gets clap, cause I'm the rap fanatic
But now in nine-trey I got the track
And my trunks, my roots are styles from whayback

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I flash back to fat hats, with plastic
Back when steppin on kicks in eighty-six got your ass
Bombers and sheepskins, common when I first started rhymin
Still I found time to go
Me and my pals rocked with no glass
Dark Clarks, Lee Denims off the ass
Back when Mr. had it goin all the way on
the beat with BDP, added like a crayon
MC's would represent with the skills
But now in a lot of them 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 funky to cut on
is BOND, if I hear another wack rap song
I snap and it's an actual fact
that I'ma kick it like that, this is strictly bout the whayback

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

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

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