Luyện nghe bài hát Whayback

[El Da
I that eighty-five was the year
I first grabbed the pen, of the cheers
from rockin shows, no Girbauds that sag
The windbreaker suits and backspins was mad
I stress progress joints at my rest
til the ill wee hours, and I it was the best
I hit mad spots, many crews got
While I was gettin props niggaz was on the block
Stayin in on the weekends was Marley Marl
was freakin the Mr. Magic was speakin
That's how I got my first taste, makin
til the skill was great and my style would escalate
Practice my perfect tactics
Now my dap gets clap, cause I'm the rap snap
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 flash back to fat Kangol hats, plastic
Back when steppin on in eighty-six got your ass kicked
and sheepskins, were common when I first started rhymin
Still I found to go bombin
Me and my pals rocked Cazals with no
Dark flavored Clarks, Lee off the ass
Back when Mr. had it goin all the way on
the with BDP, added flavor like a crayon
Indeed MC's would represent with the
But now in ninety-three a lot of can get the dillz
It like a little sumthin missin 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
is BOND, if I hear another wack rap song
I might snap and an actual fact
I'ma kick 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 have a choice, the culture was slayed
B.D. had died, and things dissapearin
The West coast was here and all wack beats appearin
DJ's were down record store doors
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 when you pack a nine
Niggaz just came to 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 media wants it to
So peep the and last showin of Graffiti Rock
So it, the brothers wanna wreck it
To get what's expected, hip-hop, should be respect
get it back, to get it on track
Artifacts styles illy on the whayback

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

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