Luyện nghe bài hát I Said Hey

Yo, the first time I heard Digital Underground I was in the first
My homie Lace brought it over and he it on a mixtape
I would do the Humpty Hump and to his verses
Twelve years later I learned that Shock-G and him the same person
I loved Hammer, I can't he taught me how to dance
Along with Bel Biv I had Jay Ohs and a pair of zebra pants
But was the foundation of what would come to be
A life long journey and drive; an emcee
Some people ask me what it means, I don't know to start
It's the deepest between my soul and my heart
When I first stepped into a 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 or what you believe in
But if you love hip hop I bet more or less for the same reason
This is it when you you exist in that moment
And if you're sick with that gift you rip it when you perform it
Then all the shit that you live begins to lift up shoulders
And the audience they get to experience where your soul is
The most feeling, rocking the crowd to your anthem
From the front to the back with their fuckin' hands up
I'm an emcee, won't be the first 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 your heart
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 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 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 down
Don't put your hands down, 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 people you it

Now I know if it's the clothes, the hoes, or the cars
That makes people rap like they're trapped inside of these
This shit ain't man just 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 somebody rapping who's got it inside their cuts
Or you can get displaying your fancy cadences
But if you're not speaking the truth you as well not be saying shit
I said who's to teach the kids?
rather 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 money can't buy you the to go and put inside your bars
And I like shit too
Believe me, I got a full of Nikes and a whole bunch of Lenore suits
They'll give you the white tees and the icy earring the whole youth,
Population of hip hop but beyond it when I record through,
These beats 'cause if I speak me
What's the between my lyrics and what you hearin' on MTV
People fear that if they're away from the mainstream
Then album won't sell
I could give a fuck
I'm goin' to freestyle and spit what's in my gut
And if you want to you can go and label me
But remember a kid at a bus stop beat boxin'
life 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 and a can bomb your art now
If you got a floor and you're fast kick that I'll

If you got a pen and a pad put heart down
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 ever put your hands down