Luyện nghe bài hát Whayback

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

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[Tame
I flash back to fat Kangol hats, with
Back when steppin on in eighty-six got your ass kicked
Bombers and sheepskins, were common when I started rhymin
Still I found to go bombin
Me and my pals rocked Cazals no glass
Dark Clarks, Lee Denims off the ass
Back when Mr. Magic had it all the way on
the with BDP, added flavor like a crayon
Indeed MC's represent with the skills
But now in ninety-three a lot of can get the dillz
It seems 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 snap and it's an actual fact
that I'ma 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 knot, a Starter hat, things are kinda wack
now, packed up, my cardboard and stepped
I didn't have a choice, the was slayed
B.D. had died, and things were
The West was here and all these wack beats appearin
DJ's were breakin record store doors
to get the Biz Dance and the Chante
to Buck Four, Rocksteady on the floor
New York and Dynamic crews plus many
Remember the time when you pack a nine
Niggaz just came to hear some, funky ass
But all of that's over, brothers wanna act up
No clubs to go to, they'll just rap up
how the media wants it to stop
So peep the and last showin of Graffiti Rock
So check it, the brothers 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 Transit just to see a rapper kick it
But now I ain't it, cause niggaz just ain't worth the ticket
Shit man, I remember that were slammin
Gettin me and my man in, was than backgammon
DJ's would back to back from boom baps
And rappers with real raps, could shit real fat
But now kid, as I recollect, rappers out who wreck
respected, got stuck up in my tape deck
Real deal hip-hop, when Biz used to
His fat ass, on stage'd do a dance, in 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 don't play
The Artifacts staff math about the whayback

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