Luyện nghe bài hát Whayback

[El Da
I calculate eighty-five was the year
I first the pen, daydreamin of the cheers
Ahead from shows, no Girbauds that sag
The suits and backspins 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, many got dropped
I was gettin props niggaz was dealin on the block
Stayin in on the weekends was Marley Marl
was freakin the cuts Mr. was speakin
how I got my first taste, makin tapes
til the rhyme was great and my style would escalate
Practice made my tactics
Now my dap gets clap, cause I'm the rap snap
But now in I got the T-Ray track
And my trunks, my roots are growin styles from

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I flash to fat Kangol hats, with plastic
when steppin on kicks in eighty-six got your ass kicked
Bombers and sheepskins, were common when I first started
Still I found to go bombin
Me and my pals Cazals with no glass
Dark flavored Clarks, Lee off the ass
Back when Mr. had it goin all the way on
the beat with BDP, 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
When niggaz put me up on, with raps to cut on
Word is BOND, if I hear wack rap song
I snap and it's an actual fact
that kick it like that, cause this is strictly bout the whayback

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

[Tame
Like back when my Timberlands were only size
I used to take pictures shootin at bitches
New Jersey Transit just to see a rapper kick it
But now I ain't with it, cause niggaz ain't worth the ticket
Shit man, I remember jams that were
Gettin me and my man in, was harder backgammon
DJ's would scratch back to back from boom
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 do a dance, in busted Reeboks
Niggaz musta forgot, real rhymes was hot
Cause now if you ain't gold, you ain't got no
But fuck that, I'm above that, I don't play
The Artifacts staff math about the whayback

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