Luyện nghe bài hát I Said Hey

Yo, the first I heard Digital Underground I was in the first grade
My homie Lace brought it over and he it on a mixtape
I do the Humpty Hump and perform to his verses
Twelve years later I learned that Shock-G and him the same person
I loved Hammer, I can't front he me how to dance
Along Bel Biv Devoe I had Jay Ohs and a pair of zebra pants
But was the foundation of what would come to be
A life long passion journey and an emcee
Some people ask me what it means, I don't know to start
It's the connection between my soul and my heart
I first stepped into a cipher and a jam in the park
I got served, no for I got served
But see I learned
others and watched
An urged burst, earned a turn 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 in that moment
And if you're sick with that gift then you rip it you perform it
Then all the shit that you live begins to up your shoulders
And the audience well they get to where your soul is
The most amazing feeling, rocking the crowd to anthem
From the front to the back their motha fuckin' hands up
'Cause I'm an emcee, won't be the first be the last
Just another and I'm a die in my stance

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

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

goin' to rock it like this, do this with me
It goes front,
Front,
Front,
Front, on

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

Now I don't know if it's the clothes, the hoes, or the
That makes people rap like 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 you might 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 closet full of Nikes and a whole bunch of suits
They'll give you the tees and the icy earring like the whole youth,
Population of hip hop but look beyond it I record through,
These beats 'cause if I don't me
What's the difference between my lyrics and what you on MTV
People fear that if they're away from the mainstream
Then their won't sell
Well I give a fuck
I'm just goin' to freestyle and spit in my gut
And if you want to you can go and me conscious
But remember there's a kid at a bus beat boxin'
Who's will be effected by what's inside of his Walkman

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 your art now
If you got a floor and you're fast kick that style

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