Luyện nghe bài hát Whayback

[El Da
I calculate that eighty-five was the
I grabbed the pen, daydreamin of the cheers
Ahead from rockin shows, no Girbauds sag
The windbreaker and backspins that was mad
I progress 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 made my tactics
Now my dap clap, cause I'm the rap snap fanatic
But now in nine-trey I got the track
And my trunks, my roots are styles from whayback

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[Tame
I back to fat Kangol hats, with 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 rocked Cazals with no glass
Dark flavored Clarks, Lee off the ass
Back when Mr. Magic had it all the way on
the beat with BDP, added flavor a crayon
Indeed MC's would represent with the
But now in a lot of them 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, with raps to cut on
Word is BOND, if I another wack rap song
I might and it's an actual fact
that I'ma kick it like that, cause 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 and stepped away
I have a choice, the culture was slayed
B.D. had died, and things were
The West was here and all these wack beats appearin
DJ's breakin 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 many more
Remember the time you didn't pack a nine
Niggaz just came to hear some, ass rhymes
But all of that's over, cause wanna act up
No clubs to go to, they'll just rap up
how the media wants it to stop
So peep the verse and last of Graffiti Rock
So it, the brothers wanna wreck it
To get what's expected, hip-hop, should be respect
Gotta get it back, to get it on
kickin styles illy on the whayback

[Tame
Like back my Timberlands were only size sixes
I to take pictures shootin spitballs at bitches
Cross New Jersey just to see a rapper kick it
But now I ain't with it, niggaz just ain't worth the ticket
man, I remember jams that were slammin
Gettin me and my man in, was harder backgammon
DJ's would scratch back to back boom baps
And rappers with raps, could drop shit real fat
But now kid, as I recollect, rappers out who caught
respected, just got stuck up in my tape
Real deal hip-hop, when Biz used to
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 don't play
The Artifacts staff drops math the whayback

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