Luyện nghe bài hát Whayback

[El Da
I calculate that was the year
I first the pen, daydreamin of the cheers
from rockin shows, no Girbauds that sag
The windbreaker suits and backspins was mad
I stress roll joints at my rest
til the ill wee hours, and I it was the best
I hit mad spots, crews got dropped
While I was gettin props niggaz was dealin on the
in crib on the weekends was Marley Marl
was freakin the cuts Mr. Magic was
That's how I got my first taste, makin
til the rhyme skill was and my style would escalate
Practice 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 growin from whayback

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[Tame
I flash back to fat Kangol hats, with
Back when steppin on kicks in got your ass kicked
Bombers and sheepskins, were when I first started rhymin
Still I found time to go
Me and my rocked Cazals with no glass
Dark flavored Clarks, Lee off the ass
Back Mr. Magic had it goin all the way on
the beat with BDP, added like a crayon
Indeed MC's would 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 funky to cut on
is BOND, if I hear another wack rap song
I might snap and an actual fact
that I'ma it like that, cause this is strictly bout the whayback

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[El Da
Aww man damn, whayback, was kinda fat
Had the knot, a Starter 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 dissapearin
The West coast was here and all these wack beats
DJ's were down record store doors
to get the Biz Dance and the Moore's
Peace to Buck Four, on the floor
New York and Dynamic crews plus many
Remember the when you didn't pack a nine
Niggaz came to hear some, funky ass rhymes
But all of that's over, cause brothers act up
No clubs to go to, they'll just rap up
how the media wants it to stop
So the verse and last showin of Graffiti Rock
So it, the brothers wanna wreck it
To get what's expected, cause hip-hop, be respect
get it back, to get it on track
Artifacts kickin styles on the whayback

[Tame
Like back when my Timberlands only size sixes
I used to pictures shootin spitballs at bitches
Cross New Jersey Transit just to see a kick it
But now I ain't with it, cause niggaz just ain't the ticket
Shit man, I remember jams that were
me and my man in, was harder than backgammon
DJ's would scratch back to back boom baps
And with real raps, could drop shit real fat
But now kid, as I recollect, rappers out who 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 busted
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 Artifacts drops math about the whayback

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