Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

[ 1: Mike 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 vibe stays nice and mellow, fits in
And everybody hey and ho, are gettin they on
The record only stops when the came on
Then they back 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 eyes hip-hop was
The fire kept on like a doggie in heat
You couldn't help to feel the flavor as you walked the streets
Everybody had a on every block for blocks
This seemed to be insurance that the beat won't
So one day ring and it was no one to blame
All you thought was 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 ]
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we used to play shoot-em-up, bang-bang
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When we used to shoot-em-up, bang-bang
MC's and (2x)

[ 2: Afrika Baby Bam ]
Block jam-packed, the first time I heard rap
And deejays breakbeats back
These the last good days of the ghetto
It wasn't all bein jiggy, so save that rap for Jell-O
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 when I'd be on the mic rockin
Every day school practisin
I mixed smarts with street smarts, and then started battle rappin
But for me it happenin
So I changed up my style, to the ladies mackin
I wrote a rhyme about '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 yourself 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 could be friends
My wasn't buggin out so far
me pretend to be another rap star
Through my he saw a child changin
Growin up to be a man and behind the shootin, bangin

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[ VERSE 3: Afrika Bam ]
Now this one out to the ones 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, nothin stoppin us
Will with the spirit of God, now it jump in us
Cause when you cut the roots off the 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 from the
But in these days and times, rappers write rhymes
All we think about is signin on the line
Me, I been thinkin about the way it 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 without bein player-hated
Standin on the stage, rockin with the JBeez
Was a dream come for a brother like me
rap was consumed, and hip-hop was doomed
I was bangin on tables, in the lunchroom
I used to the street with 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 it comes to hip-hop, you know you gotta keep it true
from the old, mix it with the new
I used to go by the of MC Shazaam
But now you me as Afrika Baby Bam

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