Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

[ 1: Mike G ]
Remedies for house parties simple and plain
Little wine, little music, little Jane
Gotta keep the lights dim, so when the walk in
The stays nice and mellow, everybody fits in
And everybody hey and ho, are they groove on
The record only stops when the came on
Then they went back off, we to groove
Then somebody grabbed the mic like they had somethin to
It was just the spirit got em, it wouldn't let
right before our eyes 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 block for
This seemed to be insurance that the won't stop
So one day shots 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 it always remains

[ The Holmes Brothers ]
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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 time I heard rap
And spinnin breakbeats back
These the last good days of the ghetto
It wasn't all about bein jiggy, so that rap for Jell-O
Down on my knees in the street playin
Rushin to see _Graffiti Rock_ on the telly
one eye on the beats droppin
I knew that one day would come I'd be on the mic rockin
Every day after 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 to bust it out when I went to a jam
My mother read the rap
She said, "You ain't go too far expressin yourself like that
black women
And what's gon' happen you turn around and try to have your own children?"
So I changed up my style again
So me and my moms could still be
My daddy buggin out so far
me pretend to be another rap star
Through my eyes he saw a changin
up to be a man and leave behind 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 made it what it was
Cause we 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 behind is the sweet
Right 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, rappers write rhymes
All we think about is signin on the line
Me, I been thinkin the way it used to be
before 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 come true for a brother like me
Before rap was consumed, and hip-hop was
I was bangin on tables, in the lunchroom
I to walk the street with my ghetto blaster
My brothers on the was startin Zulu chapters
You know what I'm talkin about if you go way
And yo, big ups to all my sisters, in the of rap
when it comes to hip-hop, you know you gotta keep 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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