Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

[ VERSE 1: G ]
for house parties stayed simple and plain
Little wine, little music, little Mary
Gotta keep the lights dim, so the people walk in
The stays nice and mellow, everybody fits in
And hey and ho, are gettin they groove on
The record stops when the lights came on
Then they went back off, we continued to
Then somebody grabbed the mic like had somethin to prove
It was the spirit got em, it wouldn't let loose
There right before our eyes was produced
The fire on burnin like a doggie in heat
You couldn't to feel the flavor as you walked 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 thing
As long as you remember it remains

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

[ 2: Afrika Baby Bam ]
Block parties jam-packed, the time I heard rap
And deejays breakbeats back
These were the last good days of the
It all about bein jiggy, so save that rap for Jell-O
Down on my knees in the street skelly
Rushin upstairs to see Rock_ on the telly
With one eye on the beats
I that one day would come when I'd be on the mic rockin
day after school practisin
I mixed blues smarts street smarts, and then started battle rappin
But for me it happenin
So I changed up my style, to the been mackin
I a rhyme about 'Roxanne, Roxanne'
I used to bust it out I went to a jam
My read the dirty rap
She said, "You ain't gon' go too far expressin yourself like
Disrespectin women
And what's gon' when you turn around and try to have your own children?"
So I changed up my once again
So me and my could still be friends
My daddy wasn't out so far
me pretend to be another rap star
Through my he saw a child changin
up to be a man and leave behind the shootin, bangin

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[ 3: Afrika Baby 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 for 25 years long
So we gotta and keep hip-hop strong
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 roots off the family
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 days and times, rappers write rhymes
All we about is signin on the dotted line
Me, I been about the way it used to be
When before you was a rapper, you an MC
I'm proud of my heritage, and that we made it
I still rhymes without bein player-hated
Standin on the same stage, rockin with the
Was a come true 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 with my ghetto
My brothers on the block was startin Zulu
You know what I'm talkin 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
Take the old, mix it with the new
I to go by the name of MC Shazaam
But now you know me as Afrika Bam

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