ghetto blaster

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ghetto blaster

slang A boombox; a large portable radio. Back in the 80s, the embodiment of the New York hip hop scene was the image of someone walking down the street with a ghetto blaster on their shoulder.
See also: blaster, ghetto

(ghetto) blaster

and (ghetto) box (ˈgɛdo blæstɚ and ˈgɛdo bɑks)
n. a huge portable stereo, often carried on the shoulder. (Associated with blacks.) Hey, turn down that ghetto blaster in here!
See also: blaster, ghetto
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