Luyện nghe bài hát Whayback

[El Da
I calculate eighty-five was the year
I first grabbed the pen, daydreamin of the
Ahead from rockin shows, no Girbauds 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
While I was gettin props niggaz was on the block
in crib on the weekends was Marley Marl
was freakin the cuts Mr. was speakin
That's how I got my taste, makin tapes
til the rhyme skill was great and my style escalate
Practice made my tactics
Now my dap gets clap, cause I'm the rap 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 flash to fat Kangol hats, with plastic
Back when steppin on kicks in eighty-six got your ass
Bombers and sheepskins, common when I first started rhymin
I found time to go bombin
Me and my pals rocked Cazals no glass
Dark flavored Clarks, Lee off the ass
Back Mr. Magic had it goin all the way on
the with BDP, added flavor 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 missin in the mix
But now I got a deal, so up to me to fix
niggaz put me up on, with 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 kick it like that, this is strictly bout the whayback

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[El Da
Aww man damn, whayback, things was 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 were dissapearin
The West coast was here and all 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 Dynamic crews many more
the time when you didn't pack a nine
Niggaz came to hear some, funky ass rhymes
But all of that's over, brothers wanna act up
No clubs to go to, they'll pack rap up
how the media wants it to stop
So peep the verse and last of Graffiti Rock
So check it, the brothers wanna it
To get what's expected, cause hip-hop, be respect
Gotta get it back, to get it on
Artifacts kickin styles on the whayback

[Tame
back when my Timberlands were only size sixes
I used to pictures shootin spitballs at bitches
Cross New Jersey Transit to see a rapper kick it
But now I ain't with it, cause niggaz just ain't worth the
Shit man, I remember jams that were
me and my man in, was harder than backgammon
DJ's would scratch back to from boom baps
And rappers with real raps, drop shit real fat
But now kid, as I recollect, out who caught wreck
respected, just got stuck up in my tape
deal 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
now if you ain't gold, you ain't got no props
But that, I'm above that, I don't play that
The Artifacts drops math about the whayback

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