Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

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

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

[ 2: Afrika Baby Bam ]
Block parties jam-packed, the first I heard rap
And spinnin breakbeats back
These were the last good days of the
It wasn't all about jiggy, so save that rap for Jell-O
Down on my knees in the street skelly
Rushin to see _Graffiti Rock_ on the telly
With one eye on the droppin
I knew that one day would come I'd be on the mic rockin
Every day after practisin
I mixed blues smarts with 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 about 'Roxanne, Roxanne'
I used to it out when I went to a jam
My mother read the rap
She said, "You ain't gon' go too far expressin like that
black women
And what's gon' when you turn around and try to have your own children?"
So I up my style once again
So me and my moms could be friends
My daddy buggin out so far
Watchin me to be another rap star
Through my he saw a child changin
Growin up to be a man and behind the shootin, bangin

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[ VERSE 3: Afrika Bam ]
Now one goes out to the ones who set it off
And all the pioneers that made it it was
Cause we been doin this for 25 long
So we gotta and keep hip-hop strong
JBeez, we on a plateau, ain't nothin us
with the spirit of God, now watch it jump in us
Cause you cut the roots off the family tree
All you leave behind is the memory
Right the start, we did it in the park
It wasn't for the money, and it from the heart
But in these days and times, when rappers rhymes
All we think about is signin on the dotted
Me, I thinkin about the way it used to be
before you was a rapper, you became an MC
I'm of my heritage, and glad that we made it
I still bust rhymes bein player-hated
Standin on the same stage, with the JBeez
Was a dream come for a brother like me
rap was consumed, and hip-hop was doomed
I was bangin on tables, rhymin in the
I to walk the street with my ghetto blaster
My on the block was startin Zulu chapters
You know what I'm talkin about if you go way
And yo, big ups to all my sisters, in the of rap
Cause it comes to hip-hop, you know you gotta keep it true
Take from the old, mix it the new
I used to go by the of MC Shazaam
But now you know me as Afrika Bam

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