Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

[ 1: Mike G ]
Remedies for house parties stayed and plain
Little wine, little music, little Mary
Gotta keep the lights dim, so when the walk in
The vibe stays and mellow, everybody fits in
And everybody hey and ho, are gettin they on
The record only stops when the lights on
Then they went off, we continued to groove
Then somebody grabbed the mic like they had 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 to feel the flavor as you walked through the streets
Everybody had a crew on every block for
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, a damn thing change
As as you remember it always remains

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

[ VERSE 2: Afrika Bam ]
Block parties jam-packed, the first time I rap
And deejays spinnin 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
Rushin upstairs to see _Graffiti Rock_ on the
With one eye on the droppin
I knew that one day would when I'd be on the mic rockin
Every day after school
I mixed blues smarts street smarts, and then started battle rappin
But for me it happenin
So I changed up my style, to the ladies mackin
I wrote a about 'Roxanne, Roxanne'
I used to it out when I went to a jam
My read the dirty rap
She said, "You ain't gon' go too far expressin yourself that
Disrespectin black
And what's gon' happen when you turn and try to have your own children?"
So I changed up my style once
So me and my moms still be friends
My wasn't buggin out so far
me pretend to be another rap star
Through my eyes he saw a changin
Growin up to be a man and behind the shootin, bangin

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[ VERSE 3: Afrika Bam ]
Now this one out to the ones who set it off
And all the pioneers that it what it was
Cause we been doin this for 25 long
So we gotta represent and keep hip-hop
JBeez, we on a plateau, ain't stoppin us
Will with the spirit of God, now it jump in us
Cause when you cut the off the family tree
All you behind is the sweet memory
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 rappers write
All we about is signin on the dotted line
Me, I thinkin about the way it used to be
When you was a rapper, you became an MC
I'm of my heritage, and glad that we made it
I still rhymes without bein player-hated
on the same stage, rockin with the JBeez
Was a come true for a brother like me
Before rap was consumed, and was doomed
I was bangin on tables, rhymin in the
I used to 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 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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