Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

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

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

[ VERSE 2: Baby Bam ]
Block jam-packed, the first time I heard rap
And deejays spinnin back
These were the last days of the ghetto
It wasn't all about bein jiggy, so save that rap for
Down on my knees in the playin skelly
upstairs 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 school practisin
I mixed blues smarts with street smarts, and then started 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 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 around and try to have own children?"
So I changed up my style once
So me and my moms still be friends
My daddy 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 leave the shootin, bangin

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[ VERSE 3: Afrika Bam ]
Now this one goes out to the who set it off
And all the pioneers that made it it was
Cause we been doin for 25 years 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 watch it 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 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 thinkin about the way it used to be
When before you was a rapper, you an MC
I'm proud of my heritage, and glad we made it
I still bust without bein player-hated
Standin on the same stage, rockin with the
Was a dream true for a brother like me
Before rap was consumed, and was doomed
I was bangin on tables, rhymin in the
I used to walk the street with my ghetto
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 keep it
Take the old, mix it with the new
I used to go by the of MC Shazaam
But now you know me as Afrika Bam

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