Luyện nghe bài hát I Said Hey

Yo, the first time I heard Digital Underground I was in the first
My homie Lace it over and he dubbed it on a mixtape
I would do the Hump and perform to his verses
Twelve 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 pants
But this was the foundation of what would to be
A life long passion journey and an emcee
Some people ask me what it means, I don't know to start
the deepest connection between my soul and my heart
When I first stepped into a cipher and a jam in the
I got served, no for I got served
But see I something
others and watched
An urged hunger burst, earned a at that park.
I don't care who you are, where you're from or you believe in
But if you love hip hop I bet it's more or for the same reason
This is it when you spit you exist in moment
And if you're sick with that gift then you rip it you perform it
all the shit that you live begins to lift up your shoulders
And the audience they get to experience where your soul is
The most amazing feeling, rocking the crowd to 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 b-boy and I'm a die in my stance

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 marker and a can bomb art now
If you got a floor and you're fast kick I'll style

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 and a can bomb the whole damn town
But if you for hip hop don't ever put your hands down
Don't put your hands down, keep that up

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

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

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

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

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 the whole damn town
But if you live for hip hop don't ever put hands down