Play It Twice (Dilby Remix) — Невідомий виконавець | караоке з текстом і вимкненням вокалу

Yo, what you know about diggin', huh... kid? House. House. House. House. Like what you know about saving up three weeks’ worth of your paycheck and gonna camp at your local record store? Listening through 20, 30, 50 records till you found some trash and a treasure? Oh, the pleasure. House. Carrying your heavy ass bag of gold to the spot. House. Knowing you was about to blow it up. Tunes on tunes on tunes on tunes on tunes. And if it's nice, play it twice. You know, when we was coming up, we had like, uh, Todd Terry, Morales. We spent meetings for hours. House. I mean the shimmy and the shuffle, fresh cuts by French Knuckles. House. House. House. Man, it seems so tight. From the warehouse to the limelight. Brooklyn's finest on the ones and twos. Tenagly at the Tone make you blow a fuse. Y'all don't even know, milk crates and the tape we use to mark our tracks, the spot so fat. So when the speakers spat all that this and that, that. Man. House. House. I don't even know if we knew what was happening, when it was happening, but we were losing ourselves in a place so safe that it became the foundation for what we call house. Your house. House. My house. House. Your house. House. My house. House. Your house. House. Our house too. House. So let's keep this legacy alive. Let's keep it strong. Just like this spoken word flowing on a house beat song. Man, from the storyteller's flow to rhyme sporadic. House music's magic, always ecstatic. And yeah, it's all night long. House. Your house. House. My house. House. Your house. House. My house. House. Our house too.