Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

[ 1: Mike G ]
Remedies for house parties simple and plain
Little wine, little music, little Jane
Gotta keep the lights dim, so the people walk in
The stays nice and mellow, everybody fits in
And hey and ho, are gettin they groove on
The record only stops the lights came on
they went back off, we continued to groove
Then somebody the mic like they had somethin to prove
It was just the got em, it wouldn't let loose
There right before our eyes was produced
The fire kept on like a doggie in heat
You couldn't help to feel the flavor as you walked through the
had a crew on every block for blocks
This seemed to be insurance that the won't stop
So one day ring and it was no one to blame
All you thought was it ever all be the same
But if you got the love, baby, a damn thing change
As long as you it always remains

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

[ VERSE 2: Baby Bam ]
Block jam-packed, the first time I heard rap
And deejays breakbeats back
were the last good days of the ghetto
It wasn't all bein jiggy, so save that rap for Jell-O
Down on my knees in the playin skelly
upstairs 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
day after school practisin
I mixed smarts with street smarts, and then started battle rappin
But for me it wasn't
So I up my style, to the ladies been mackin
I wrote a rhyme about 'Roxanne,
I used to bust it out I went to a jam
My read the dirty rap
She said, "You ain't gon' go too far yourself like that
Disrespectin women
And what's gon' 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 wasn't out so far
Watchin me to be another rap star
Through my eyes he saw a child
Growin up to be a man and leave the shootin, bangin

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[ 3: Afrika Baby Bam ]
Now this one goes out to the who set it off
And all the that made it what it was
Cause we been this for 25 years long
So we represent and keep hip-hop strong
JBeez, we on a plateau, ain't nothin us
Will with the of God, now watch it jump in us
when you cut the roots off the family tree
All you leave is the sweet memory
from the start, we did it in the park
It wasn't for the money, and it came from the
But in these days and times, when rappers write
All we think about is signin on the line
Me, I been thinkin about the way it to be
When before you was a rapper, you an MC
I'm proud of my heritage, and that we made it
I still rhymes without bein player-hated
Standin on the same stage, rockin with the
Was a dream come true for a like me
rap was consumed, and hip-hop was doomed
I was on tables, rhymin in the lunchroom
I used to walk the street with my ghetto
My brothers on the block was Zulu chapters
You what I'm talkin 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 the old, mix it with the new
I used to go by the name of MC
But now you me as Afrika Baby Bam

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