Luyện nghe bài hát Whayback

[El Da
I calculate eighty-five was the year
I first grabbed the pen, daydreamin of the
Ahead rockin shows, no Girbauds that sag
The suits and backspins that was mad
I stress progress roll joints at my
til the ill wee hours, and I it was the best
I hit mad spots, crews got dropped
I was gettin props niggaz was dealin on the block
Stayin in on the weekends was Marley Marl
was freakin the Mr. Magic was speakin
That's how I got my first taste, makin
til the rhyme skill was and my style would escalate
Practice made my perfect
Now my dap clap, cause I'm the rap snap fanatic
But now in nine-trey I got the track
And my trunks, my are growin styles from whayback

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I flash to fat Kangol hats, with plastic
Back steppin on kicks in eighty-six got your ass kicked
Bombers and sheepskins, were common I first started rhymin
Still I found to go bombin
Me and my pals rocked Cazals with no
Dark Clarks, Lee Denims off the ass
Back when Mr. had it goin all the way on
the with BDP, added flavor like a crayon
MC's would represent with the skills
But now in ninety-three a lot of 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 put me up on, with funky raps to cut on
Word is BOND, if I hear wack rap song
I might snap and it's an fact
that kick 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, up, my cardboard and stepped away
I didn't have a choice, the 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 and Dynamic crews plus many more
Remember the when you didn't pack a nine
Niggaz just to hear some, funky ass rhymes
But all of that's over, brothers wanna act up
No clubs to go to, just pack rap up
That's how the wants it to stop
So peep the verse and last of Graffiti Rock
So check it, the wanna wreck it
To get what's expected, cause hip-hop, should be
Gotta get it back, to get it on
Artifacts kickin illy on the whayback

[Tame
Like back when my Timberlands were only size
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 were
me and my man in, was harder than backgammon
DJ's would scratch back to back from boom
And rappers with real raps, drop shit real fat
But now kid, as I recollect, rappers out who wreck
respected, just got stuck up in my tape
Real hip-hop, when Biz used to flip-flop
His fat ass, on do a dance, in busted Reeboks
Niggaz musta forgot, real rhymes was hot
Cause now if you gold, you ain't got no props
But fuck that, I'm above that, I don't play
The Artifacts drops math about the whayback

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