Luyện nghe bài hát Fu-ge-la

We used to be 10
Now we're one
In the battle lost my finger, Mic my arm
Pistol nozzle your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm
the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin
Test Wyclef, see death get scorned
Beat you so bad make you feel like you ain't be born
And tell your friends stay the out of my lawn
Chicken George became Dead George chickens from my farm
Damn, dead pigeon
If mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians
Nobody's shootin', my body's made of grenade
Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a blade
That sounds sick one eday I'll write a horror
Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an
Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Enemies of their own families
What's on?
Armageddon come you know we soon
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 we rock when we're doing our thang
Oooh La La La, the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweet Thing

Yeah in saloons we drink and battle goons 'till high noon
Bust rap toons on flat spoons, take no shorts poon poon's
See pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci
Find me in my Mitsubishi, 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 through your bluff
Niggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us, we
Cause we fortified, I could never hide, seen "Cooley High", when Cochise died
I'm twisted, black-listed by some other
Don't remove my Polos on the first
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You diss refugees, and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole set's bootie , and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You have to respect Jersey, 'cause I'm superfly I'm super high on
The

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

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

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

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

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