Luyện nghe bài hát I Said Hey

Yo, the first time I heard Underground I was in the first grade
My homie Lace brought it and he dubbed it on a mixtape
I do the Humpty 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 taught me how to
Along with Bel Biv Devoe I had Jay Ohs and a of zebra pants
But this was the of what would come to be
A life long journey and drive; an emcee
Some people ask me what it means, I know 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 real I got
But see I something
others and watched
An urged hunger burst, earned a turn at park.
I don't care who you are, where you're from or what you in
But if you love hip hop I bet more or less for the same reason
This is it when you spit you exist in that
And if you're sick that gift then you rip it when you perform it
Then all the shit 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 to your anthem
From the front to the back with their motha fuckin' up
'Cause I'm an emcee, won't be the first be the last
Just b-boy and I'm a die in my stance

If you got a pen and a pad put your 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 fast kick 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 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
Don't put your hands down, keep shit up

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

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

Now I don't if it's the clothes, the hoes, or the cars
That makes people rap like they're trapped inside of these
shit ain't complicated man just be who you are
To busy searching for the light and missing the fact 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 intricate displaying your cadences
But if you're not speaking the truth you might as well not be 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 like a star
But money can't buy you the heart to go and put your bars
And I nice shit too
Believe me, I got a closet full of and a whole bunch of Lenore suits
They'll give you the white tees and the icy like the whole youth,
Population of hip hop but look it when I record through,
These beats 'cause if I speak me
What's the difference my lyrics and what you hearin' on MTV
People fear that if they're away from the mainstream
Then their album won't
Well I give a fuck
I'm just goin' to 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'
Who's life will be effected by 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 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 crab lay a scratch
If you got a marker and a can bomb the whole town
But if you live for hip hop ever put your hands down