Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

[ VERSE 1: G ]
Remedies for house parties stayed and plain
Little wine, little music, Mary Jane
keep the lights dim, so when the people walk in
The vibe nice and mellow, everybody fits in
And everybody hey and ho, are they groove on
The record only stops when the lights on
they 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
right before our eyes hip-hop was produced
The kept on burnin like a doggie in heat
You couldn't help to feel the flavor as you walked through the
Everybody had a on every block for blocks
This seemed to be insurance the beat won't stop
So one day shots ring and it was no one to
All you was would it ever all be the same
But if you got the love, baby, won't a thing change
As long as you it always remains

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

[ VERSE 2: Afrika Bam ]
Block jam-packed, the first time I heard rap
And spinnin breakbeats back
These the last good days of the ghetto
It all about bein 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 one day would come when I'd be on the mic rockin
Every day after school
I mixed blues smarts with street smarts, and then battle rappin
But for me it happenin
So I changed up my style, to the ladies been
I wrote a about 'Roxanne, Roxanne'
I to bust 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
black women
And what's gon' when you turn around 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
Watchin me to be another rap star
Through my eyes he saw a child
Growin up to be a man and leave the shootin, bangin

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[ 3: Afrika Baby Bam ]
Now this one goes out to the who set it off
And all the pioneers that it what it was
Cause we been doin this for 25 years
So we gotta and keep hip-hop strong
JBeez, we on a plateau, nothin stoppin us
with the spirit of God, now watch it jump in us
Cause when you cut the off the family tree
All you leave behind is the memory
from the start, we did it in the park
It wasn't for the money, and it from the heart
But in these days and times, when rappers write
All we think about is signin on the line
Me, I been thinkin 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 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 hip-hop was
I was bangin on tables, rhymin in the
I used to the street with my ghetto blaster
My brothers on the block was startin chapters
You know 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 you gotta 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 Afrika Bam

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