Luyện nghe bài hát Those Were The Days

Those were the days, in junior high
For an 8th grader, my was kinda fly
And to prove I was an mc pro
I often a classroom show
And the hype of my imagination
Was my homeroom a hip hop station
before the late bell would ring
I would greet the and then I'll swing
A or two as the students barked
Beacuse my had sparked
Off causing the class to mingle
To a rhythm is now a 12" single
off many styles of hip hop
Holding the mic that I in wood shop
Forget gold, my key chain was a
Two math textbooks turntables
And for a mixer, something much
A penny being cross faded on a
Measuring dope that were flexed
From hands played a drum roll on a desk
From my girl, her name, fly as emory
memory
I sitting in my art class
Drawing up lyrics kinda
The outcome, a
shows with hyped up rhymes released
As if lyrics flowing from the heavens above
grab a mic and provoke a push to a shove
From and girls who broke necks to see
The g.o.d.

Those the days

Now it's high school, lunch room's the
And I'm ready to flip the
In the cafeteria, period
And here I with the jvc
I go in my pocket and out a mic
Plug it in, one-two...alright
Now who wanna show and their mc skills?
A brother stepped forward and to get ill
But when it came to live out his name
He rhymes that all sounded the same
But I did him in with a matter of
And he was with one victorious rhyme
He was because he knew he was rocked
with his classmates from off his block
Yo!, I'm you, I flipped his whole crew
One against one or one two
Or three or four brothers who swore can rhyme
me and got taken out every time
From my style and my dope
Plus the period of time that I for awhile
As a motivated, supreme force
Cultivated, activated and source
The educated and born to be
The one who would an mc

Those the days