Luyện nghe bài hát I Said Hey

Yo, the first time I heard Underground I was in the first grade
My homie Lace it over and he dubbed it on a mixtape
I would do the Hump and perform to his verses
Twelve years later I learned that Shock-G and him were the same
I loved Hammer, I can't front he me how to dance
Along with Bel Biv I had Jay Ohs and a pair of zebra pants
But this was the foundation of what would to be
A life long passion journey and drive; an
Some people ask me what it means, I don't where to start
It's the deepest connection my soul and my heart
When I stepped into a cipher and a jam in the park
I got served, no for I got served
But see I learned
Observed and watched
An urged hunger burst, earned a turn at 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 you spit you exist 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 to lift up your shoulders
And the audience well they get to where your soul is
The most amazing feeling, rocking the to your anthem
From the front to the back with their fuckin' hands up
'Cause I'm an emcee, won't be the first won't be the
Just another b-boy and I'm a die in my

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 art now
If you got a floor and you're fast that I'll 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 marker and a can bomb the whole damn
But if you live for hip hop don't ever put your hands
Don't put hands down, keep that shit up

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

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

Now I don't if it's the clothes, the hoes, or the cars
That makes people rap like they're inside of these bars
This shit ain't complicated man be who you are
To busy searching for the light and missing the that you're a star
Now who's got passion now the hell up
'Cause I want to hear somebody who's got it inside their cuts
Or you can get displaying your fancy cadences
But if you're not speaking the you might as well not be saying shit
I said who's to teach the kids?
You'd rather blow up and get famous so you can get new rims
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 your
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 it when I record through,
These beats if I don't speak me
the difference between my lyrics and what you hearin' on MTV
People fear that if they're away from the mainstream
Then their album sell
Well I give a fuck
I'm goin' to freestyle and spit what's in my gut
And if you want to you can go and me conscious
But remember a kid at a bus stop beat boxin'
Who's life will be 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 lay a scratch down
If you got a marker and a can 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 record and can lay a scratch down
If you got a marker and a can bomb the whole town
But if you live for hip hop don't put your hands down