Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

[ 1: Mike G ]
Remedies for house stayed simple and plain
wine, little music, little Mary Jane
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 went back off, we continued to groove
Then somebody grabbed the mic like they had to prove
It was just the spirit got em, it wouldn't let
There right before our hip-hop was produced
The fire kept on burnin a doggie in heat
You help to feel the flavor as you walked through the streets
Everybody had a crew on every block for
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 would it 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 Holmes ]
I
When we to play shoot-em-up, bang-bang
I
When we used to play shoot-em-up,
MC's and (2x)

[ VERSE 2: Afrika Bam ]
parties jam-packed, the first time 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 in the street playin skelly
Rushin to see _Graffiti Rock_ on the telly
With one eye on the droppin
I knew that one day would when 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 changed up my style, to the ladies mackin
I wrote a rhyme 'Roxanne, Roxanne'
I used to bust it out when I to a jam
My mother the dirty rap
She said, "You ain't gon' go too far expressin like that
Disrespectin women
And what's gon' happen when you turn and try to have your own children?"
So I up my style once again
So me and my moms still be friends
My daddy wasn't out so far
Watchin me to be another rap star
Through my eyes he saw a changin
Growin up to be a man and leave behind the shootin,

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[ 3: Afrika Baby Bam ]
Now one goes out to the ones who set it off
And all the that made it what it was
Cause we doin this for 25 years long
So we gotta represent and hip-hop strong
JBeez, we on a plateau, ain't nothin us
with the spirit of God, now watch it jump in us
Cause when you cut the roots off the tree
All you leave 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 and times, when rappers write rhymes
All we about is signin on the dotted line
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 without player-hated
Standin on the stage, rockin with the JBeez
Was a dream come for a brother like me
Before rap was consumed, and was doomed
I was bangin on tables, in the lunchroom
I used to walk the street my ghetto blaster
My brothers on the block was startin Zulu
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 keep it true
Take the old, mix it with the new
I used to go by the name of MC
But now you know me as Baby Bam

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