Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

[ VERSE 1: G ]
Remedies for parties stayed simple and plain
Little wine, little music, little Mary
Gotta keep the lights dim, so when the walk in
The vibe stays nice and mellow, fits in
And hey and ho, are gettin they groove on
The record stops when the lights came on
Then they went back off, we to groove
Then somebody grabbed the mic like had somethin to prove
It was just the got em, it wouldn't let loose
There right our eyes hip-hop was produced
The fire kept on burnin a doggie in heat
You couldn't help to feel the flavor as you through the streets
had a crew on every block for blocks
This seemed to be insurance that the beat stop
So one day shots ring and it was no one to
All you thought was would it ever all be the
But if you got the love, baby, won't a damn thing
As as you remember it always remains

[ The Holmes Brothers ]
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we used to play shoot-em-up, bang-bang
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When we used to shoot-em-up, bang-bang
and DJ's (2x)

[ 2: Afrika Baby Bam ]
Block jam-packed, the first time I heard rap
And deejays spinnin back
These the last good days of the ghetto
It wasn't all about bein jiggy, so save that rap for
Down on my knees in the playin skelly
Rushin to see _Graffiti Rock_ on the telly
With one eye on the beats
I knew that one day would when I'd be on the mic rockin
Every day after school
I mixed blues smarts with street smarts, and started battle rappin
But for me it happenin
So I changed up my style, to the ladies been
I a rhyme about 'Roxanne, Roxanne'
I used to bust it out when I to a jam
My read the dirty rap
She said, "You gon' go too far expressin yourself like that
Disrespectin black
And what's happen when you turn around and try to have your own children?"
So I changed up my style once
So me and my moms could still be
My daddy buggin out so far
me pretend to be another rap star
Through my eyes he saw a changin
up to be a man and leave behind the shootin, bangin

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[ VERSE 3: Baby Bam ]
Now one goes out to the ones who set it off
And all the pioneers that it what it was
we been doin this for 25 years long
So we gotta represent and hip-hop strong
JBeez, we on a plateau, ain't stoppin us
Will with the of God, now watch it jump in us
Cause you cut the roots off the family tree
All you leave behind is the sweet
from the start, we did it in the park
It for the money, and it came from the heart
But in these days and times, when write rhymes
All we think about is on the dotted line
Me, I been thinkin about the way it to be
before you was a rapper, you became an MC
I'm proud of my heritage, and glad that we it
I bust rhymes without bein player-hated
Standin on the same stage, rockin with the
Was a come true for a brother like me
rap was consumed, and hip-hop was doomed
I was bangin on tables, in the lunchroom
I to walk the street with my ghetto blaster
My brothers on the block was Zulu chapters
You know what I'm about if you go way back
And yo, big ups to all my sisters, in the of rap
Cause when it comes to hip-hop, you know you gotta keep it
Take from the old, mix it the new
I to go by the name of MC Shazaam
But now you me as Afrika Baby Bam

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