Luyện nghe bài hát Whayback

[El Da
I that eighty-five was the year
I first grabbed the pen, 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, crews got dropped
While I was gettin props niggaz was dealin on the
Stayin in crib on the weekends was Marley
was freakin the Mr. Magic was speakin
how I got my first taste, makin tapes
til the rhyme skill was great and my style would
made my perfect tactics
Now my dap clap, cause I'm the rap snap fanatic
But now in nine-trey I got the T-Ray
And my trunks, my roots are growin styles from

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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 started
Still I found time to go
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, added flavor like a
Indeed would represent with the skills
But now in a lot of them can get the dillz
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, with funky to cut on
is BOND, if I hear another wack rap song
I might snap and 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 Godfather knot, a Starter hat, are kinda wack
now, packed up, my cardboard and stepped
I didn't a choice, the culture was slayed
B.D. had died, and things dissapearin
The West coast was here and all these wack appearin
DJ's were breakin down record doors
to get the Biz Dance and the Moore's
to Buck Four, Rocksteady on the floor
New York and Dynamic plus many more
Remember the time when you didn't pack a
Niggaz just came to hear some, ass rhymes
But all of that's over, cause brothers act up
No clubs to go to, just pack rap up
how the media wants it to stop
So peep the verse and showin of Graffiti Rock
So check it, the wanna wreck it
To get what's expected, hip-hop, should be respect
get it back, to get it on track
Artifacts kickin styles on the whayback

[Tame
Like back when my Timberlands were size sixes
I used to pictures shootin spitballs at bitches
Cross New Jersey Transit just to see a rapper it
But now I ain't with it, cause niggaz ain't worth the ticket
Shit man, I remember jams that slammin
Gettin me and my man in, was harder than
DJ's would back to back from boom baps
And rappers with real raps, could shit real fat
But now kid, as I recollect, out who caught wreck
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 rhymes was hot
Cause now if you ain't gold, you ain't got no
But fuck that, I'm that, I don't play that
The staff drops math about the whayback

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"You to chill.." "Back in back in the days"
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'South Bronx" "Back in in the days"
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that's it is" "Back in back in the days"
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It's like that, it's like that y'all" (4X)