Luyện nghe bài hát Fu-ge-la

We used to be 10
Now we're one
In the battle my finger, Mic became my arm
Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes
Tell the woman be Naah squeeze the Charmin
Test Wyclef, see flesh get scorned
Beat you so bad make you feel like you ain't be born
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my
Chicken George became Dead stealin' chickens from my farm
Damn, dead pigeon
If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Sicilians
Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand
bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade
That sounds sick maybe one eday write a horror
Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an
Stevie Wonder sees Babies Becoming Enemies of their own families
going on?
Armageddon come you we soon done
Gun by my just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to like he's down with Mount Zion

Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our
Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Bring
Oooh La La La La La La La Laaah, Sweet Thing

Yeah in saloons we drink Boone's and battle 'till high noon
Bust rap toons on flat spoons, take no like poon poon's
See hoochies pop coochies, for and Lucci
me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees
Hey Hey Hey
Try to take the crew and we don't play
Say say say
Like Paul McCartney, not
enough
I can see right through bluff
Niggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us, we
Cause we fortified, I could never hide, seen "Cooley High", Cried when Cochise
I'm twisted, black-listed by some other
Don't remove my on the first episode
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You diss refugees, and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound bootie , and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You have to respect Jersey, 'cause I'm when I'm super high on
The

Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when doing our thang
La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La La Laaah, Sweet Thing

I sit 90 degrees underneath palm
beadies as I burn my calories
Brooklyn roof tops become Brooklyn
Who that be, enemies, see the death of me
From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons,
Buju Banton, I'm a champion, like
Farakkhan reads his Daily Koran it's a phenomenon, lyrics fast Ramadan

goin' on
Armageddon come you know we soon
Gun by my just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's with Mount Zion
What's on
come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta
A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like down with Mount Zion

Oooh La La La, It's the way that we when we're doing our thang
Oooh La La La, It's the LA that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweet

Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock we're doing our thang
Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees
Oooh La La La La La La La Laaah, Sweet Thing