Luyện nghe bài hát Whayback

[El Da
I that eighty-five was the year
I first the pen, daydreamin of the cheers
Ahead from rockin shows, no that sag
The windbreaker and backspins that was mad
I stress progress roll at my rest
til the ill wee hours, and I it was the best
I hit mad spots, many got dropped
While I was gettin props was dealin on the block
Stayin in crib on the weekends was Marl
was the cuts Mr. Magic was speakin
how I got my first taste, makin tapes
til the rhyme was great and my style would escalate
Practice made my perfect
Now my dap gets clap, cause I'm the rap snap
But now in nine-trey I got the track
And my trunks, my roots are growin styles from

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[Tame
I back to fat Kangol hats, with plastic
Back when steppin on kicks in eighty-six got ass kicked
Bombers and sheepskins, were common when I first rhymin
Still I found to go bombin
Me and my pals rocked with no glass
flavored Clarks, Lee Denims off the ass
Back when Mr. Magic had it all the way on
the beat with BDP, flavor like a crayon
Indeed MC's would represent with the
But now in a lot of them 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
niggaz put me up on, with funky raps to cut on
Word is BOND, if I another wack rap song
I snap and it's an actual fact
that I'ma kick it like that, cause this is 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 kinda
now, packed up, my cardboard and stepped
I have a choice, the culture was slayed
B.D. had died, and things were
The coast was here and all these wack beats appearin
DJ's were breakin down record store
to get the Biz Dance and the Chante
Peace to Buck Four, on the floor
New York and Dynamic crews plus more
the time when 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
how the media wants it to stop
So peep the verse and last showin of Graffiti
So check it, the brothers wreck it
To get what's expected, cause hip-hop, be respect
get it back, to get it on track
Artifacts kickin illy on the whayback

One]
Like back when my were only size sixes
I used to take pictures spitballs at bitches
Cross New Jersey Transit just to see a kick it
But now I with it, cause niggaz just ain't worth the ticket
Shit man, I remember jams that slammin
me and my man in, was harder than backgammon
DJ's scratch back to back from boom baps
And with real raps, could drop shit real fat
But now kid, as I recollect, rappers out who caught
respected, got stuck up in my tape deck
Real deal hip-hop, when Biz used to
His fat ass, on do a dance, in busted 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 about the whayback

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