Luyện nghe bài hát Wrong Side of da Tracks

I'm out to bomb Vietnam, under the same name Tame One
The bad one, ink flow master bastard the Magnum
I tags up quick and I steps to the exit
When time to get sefted or flex on some fresh shit

Some wack crook stole my black book, I know who it
I know his whole tag because the fag writes his crooked
The ink I use might but you gotta think
I got my props Hoppes, my tags don't shrink

I'm taggin' and baggin' 'cause my name is famous in the street
they know my name's from cruising in the Jeeps
So yo, grab a can and put man up and stand up
For the fresh never stale niggaz off the rail

Deep dark and black like the I pack
It's Artifacts chat from the wrong side of da tracks

The are from the wrong side of da tracks
The Artifacts are from the side
The Artifacts are from the side of da tracks
The Artifacts are from the side

I load my backpack with paint Girbaud, couldn't spark the
up a train, I catch the pound take a trip
To the train yards and back, when I used to write that
Shit used to hit had all the mad color tips

Breakin' was my thing, I to spin the back
I never thought I'd spin the wax with to make your hands clap
I could've the other way but no haps
I got my dap on the map with the Bic to a spray cap

Niggaz used to doubt to my but now I turn 'em out
They my shout out uptown like they wanna be down
Avoid the crowds that wanna stab me in the back enough of
the third rail track, 'cause I don't wanna get zapped

Pieces I to show my name no shame
Don't wanna put the blame down on my Tame
Brothers don't wanna see me grow to get my flow
I no remorse, so check me out in The Source

The Artifacts are from the side of da tracks
The are from the wrong side
The Artifacts are from the wrong side of da
The are from the wrong side

The Artifacts are the wrong side of da tracks
The Artifacts are the wrong side
The Artifacts are from the wrong side of da
The are from the wrong side

I burn my name up like a Thai stick
As red as my eyes get, I rocks the fly shit
Back with some ultra flat black catchin' in a sec
Wet paint, shit, when I'm on the set

I'm live the third rail, on time like a fast train
The name Tame got fame so fuck a last name
I tags mad I drag a fat sack of ism
out with New Editions like Mike Bivins

I get a sticker my nigga with the bag of 'em
my name on 'em then I peel off the back of 'em
And stick 'em to of underground systems
Let the toys bring the noise, me and my boys are gonna 'em

In conclusion don't when two niggaz from the Jerz
Kick the mad slurs and kick the bass to the curb
The Artifacts Jack, the art of facts back
Some seem to about the ebony that caught wreck

So remember this, you're tender when you slip in to
The zone 'cause graffiti's still growin'
To ass pizazz slash let me tag
Why is that black? Because the wack was known as a fag

So don't the path that's the gat to your back
The Artifacts out, side of da tracks

The Artifacts are from the wrong side of da
The Artifacts are from the side
The Artifacts are from the wrong side of da
The Artifacts are from the side

The Artifacts are from the side of da tracks
The Artifacts are the wrong side
The are from the wrong side of da tracks
The Artifacts are from the side