Luyện nghe bài hát I Said Hey

Yo, the first time I heard Digital Underground I was in the grade
My homie Lace brought it and he dubbed it on a mixtape
I would do the Humpty Hump and to his verses
Twelve years later I learned that and him were the same person
I Hammer, I can't front he taught me how to dance
Along Bel Biv Devoe I had Jay Ohs and a pair of zebra pants
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 know where to start
It's the deepest connection between my soul and my
I first stepped into a cipher and a jam in the park
I got served, no for real I got
But see I learned
others and watched
An hunger burst, earned a turn at that park.
I care who you are, where you're from or what you believe in
But if you love hip hop I bet it's more or less for the 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 that you live begins to lift up your
And the audience well they get to experience where your is
The most amazing feeling, rocking the crowd to your
the front to the back with 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 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 fast kick that I'll style

If you got a pen and a pad put your heart
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
Don't put your down, keep that shit up

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

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

Now I don't know if the clothes, the hoes, or the cars
That makes people rap like they're trapped of these bars
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 stand the 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 the truth you might as well not be saying shit
I who's going to teach the kids?
You'd blow up and get famous so you can get some new rims
All the money in the world can help you look a star
But can't buy you the heart to go and put inside your bars
And I nice shit too
Believe me, I got a closet of Nikes and a whole bunch of Lenore suits
They'll you the white tees and the icy earring like the whole youth,
of hip hop but look beyond it when I record through,
These beats if I don't speak me
What's the difference between my lyrics and what you on MTV
People that if they're steering away from the mainstream
their album won't sell
Well I could give a
I'm just goin' to freestyle and 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 effected by what's inside of his

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 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 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 ever put your hands down