Luyện nghe bài hát Whayback

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

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I back to fat Kangol hats, with plastic
Back when on kicks in eighty-six got your ass kicked
and sheepskins, were common when I first started rhymin
Still I found time to go
Me and my pals rocked Cazals with no
Dark flavored Clarks, Lee off the ass
Back Mr. Magic had it goin all the way on
the beat with BDP, added flavor like a
Indeed MC's represent with the skills
But now in ninety-three a lot of them can get the
It seems like a little sumthin in the mix
But now I got a deal, so up to me to fix
When niggaz put me up on, funky raps to cut on
Word is BOND, if I hear wack rap song
I might snap and 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, are kinda wack
now, packed up, my and stepped away
I have a choice, the culture was slayed
B.D. had died, and were dissapearin
The West was here and all these wack beats appearin
DJ's were breakin down store doors
to get the Biz Dance and the Moore's
Peace to Buck Four, Rocksteady on the
New York and Dynamic crews plus more
Remember the time you didn't pack a nine
just came to hear some, funky ass rhymes
But all of that's over, cause brothers act up
No clubs to go to, they'll pack rap up
That's how the media wants it to
So peep the and last showin of Graffiti Rock
So check it, the brothers wanna it
To get expected, cause hip-hop, should be respect
Gotta get it back, to get it on
Artifacts kickin styles illy on the

[Tame
Like back when my Timberlands were size sixes
I used to take shootin spitballs at bitches
Cross New Jersey just to see a rapper kick it
But now I ain't with it, cause just ain't worth the ticket
Shit man, I jams that were slammin
Gettin me and my man in, was harder backgammon
DJ's would scratch back to from boom baps
And rappers with raps, could drop shit real fat
But now kid, as I recollect, out who caught wreck
respected, just got up in my tape deck
deal hip-hop, when Biz used to flip-flop
His fat ass, on stage'd do a dance, in busted
musta forgot, when 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 that
The Artifacts staff drops math about the

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