Luyện nghe bài hát I Said Hey

Yo, the first time I heard Digital I was in the first grade
My homie Lace brought it over and he it on a mixtape
I would do the Humpty and perform to his verses
years later I learned that Shock-G and him were the same person
I loved Hammer, I can't he taught me how to dance
Along with Bel Biv Devoe I had Jay Ohs and a pair of zebra
But this was the foundation of would come to be
A long passion journey and drive; an emcee
Some people ask me what it means, I don't know to start
It's the deepest connection my soul and my heart
When I first stepped a cipher and a jam in the park
I got served, no for I got served
But see I something
Observed others and
An urged hunger burst, earned a at that park.
I don't care who you are, where you're or what you believe in
But if you love hip hop I bet it's or less for the same reason
This is it when you spit you in that moment
And if you're sick with that gift then you rip it you perform it
Then all the shit that you begins to lift up your shoulders
And the audience well get to experience where your soul is
The most amazing feeling, the crowd to your anthem
From the front to the back with their motha fuckin' up
'Cause I'm an emcee, won't be the won't be the last
Just another b-boy and I'm a die in my

If you got a pen and a pad put heart down
If you got a record and can crab lay a scratch
If you got a and a can bomb your art now
If you got a floor and you're kick that I'll style

If you got a pen and a pad put heart down
If you got a and can crab lay a scratch down
If you got a marker and a can bomb the whole damn
But if you live for hip hop don't ever put hands down
Don't put your hands down, keep that up

We're goin' to rock it this, do this with me
It front, back
Front,
Front,
Front, on

It front, back
Front,
I front, back
To my people you it

Now I know if it's the clothes, the hoes, or the cars
That people rap like they're trapped inside of these bars
This shit ain't complicated man be who you are
To busy for the light and missing the fact that you're a star
Now who's got passion now the hell up
'Cause I want to hear somebody rapping who's got it inside cuts
Or you can get intricate displaying your fancy
But if you're not speaking the truth you as well not be saying shit
I said who's going to teach the
You'd rather blow up and get so you can get some new rims
All the in the world can help you look like a star
But money buy you the heart to go and put inside your bars
And I nice shit too
Believe me, I got a full of Nikes and a whole bunch of Lenore suits
They'll give you the white and the icy earring like the whole youth,
of hip hop but look beyond it when I record through,
These beats 'cause if I don't me
the difference between my lyrics and what you hearin' on MTV
People fear that if they're steering away the mainstream
Then album won't sell
Well I give a fuck
I'm just goin' to freestyle and spit in my gut
And if you to you can go and label me conscious
But remember there's a kid at a bus stop beat
Who's life will be effected by what's of his Walkman

If you got a pen and a pad put your down
If you got a record and can lay a scratch down
If you got a marker and a can your art now
If you got a floor and you're fast kick that I'll

If you got a pen and a pad put your heart
If you got a record and can crab lay a scratch
If you got a and a can bomb the whole damn town
But if you live for hip hop don't put your hands down