Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

[ VERSE 1: G ]
for house parties stayed simple and plain
Little wine, music, little Mary Jane
Gotta keep the lights dim, so when the people in
The stays nice and mellow, everybody fits in
And hey and ho, are gettin they groove on
The record only when the lights came on
Then they went off, we continued to groove
Then somebody the mic like they had somethin to prove
It was just the spirit got em, it let loose
There right before our hip-hop was produced
The fire on burnin like a doggie in heat
You couldn't help to feel the flavor as you through the streets
Everybody had a crew on every for blocks
This seemed to be 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 thing change
As as you remember it always remains

[ CHORUS: The Holmes ]
I
When we 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 parties jam-packed, the first time I rap
And deejays spinnin breakbeats
These were the last good of the ghetto
It wasn't all about 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 beats
I knew one day would come when I'd be on the mic rockin
day after school practisin
I mixed blues smarts with street smarts, and then battle rappin
But for me it happenin
So I up my style, to the ladies been mackin
I wrote a rhyme 'Roxanne, Roxanne'
I to bust it out when I went to a jam
My mother read the rap
She said, "You ain't gon' go too far expressin yourself that
Disrespectin women
And what's gon' happen when you turn around and try to have own children?"
So I changed up my once again
So me and my moms still be friends
My wasn't buggin out so far
Watchin me pretend to be rap star
my eyes he saw a child 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 pioneers that it what it was
we been doin this for 25 years long
So we gotta represent and keep hip-hop
JBeez, we on a plateau, ain't nothin us
Will with the spirit of God, now watch it in us
Cause when you cut the off the family tree
All you leave is the sweet memory
Right from the start, we did it in the
It wasn't for the money, and it came the heart
But in these and times, when rappers write rhymes
All we think about is signin on the dotted
Me, I been about the way it used to be
before you was a rapper, you became an MC
I'm proud of my heritage, and glad that we it
I still rhymes without bein player-hated
Standin on the same stage, with the JBeez
Was a dream come true for a like me
rap was consumed, and hip-hop was doomed
I was bangin on tables, rhymin in the
I used to walk the with my ghetto blaster
My brothers on the was startin 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 it true
from 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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