Luyện nghe bài hát ReFugees On the Mic

Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out
To just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know a fuckin' immigrant
Put up your hands
I'ma start shit off like this, this time around

H to the A to the I to the T to the I
Live or die, it's nothin' but a side
on the mic, yeah, yeah
Yo', on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah
H to the A to the I to the T to the I
Live or die, it's nothin' but a side
Fugees on the mic, yeah,
Yo', on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah

If you snap, SNAP, if you wanna crack, CRACK
If you shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat
Cause this, some the cemetary's, the
Where the tough guys get buried in their
Word to Sampson, the tone will get you
I had a friend, they murdered his and his three year old son
I heard him cursin' the essence of the, the the crime
But ah, murder got no
The has no law, it's either rich or poor
I'm out the back door, I got to fight for
I'm on a boat like a goat, I clear my throat
When I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled
I in through microscope, for my country and the hurt
My bleed, I see Aaron Steed, the Haitian Pope
or Dundee, the riginal Malcom X
Swing like the ki's, so should I put on Tomerfest
I'm humberlicious strugglin' to jump
Let me blow her upper her bubble in face, that'cha ego
Aiyyo, freeze funk, you got to stable
out for the devil, he comes after you after the revival
When will he come, what will he do, will he say?
That's all a mystery, but have your grenade
So you can the motherfucker away
Beep, beep, I make a sale so I can eat
So Praswell, the mic and be complete

Huh, lovin' the in effect, will be all in checkmate
Another style for to translate
For those who can't relate to down my, no man wait
No mistake, when I you, your prophet is a fake

You said a contract on a Haitian, hundred g's
sharpshooters are lousy, we mend to high be high hoodies
So show face a when you waste, I know who's smokin'
The bigger you try to put out yours just makes me Mr. Nobody
Take high wit'cha just right, be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know
Yeah, a viper you might lose a life to the side by like
What did I have to in the of the barkin' of the bright side
You tried to me but I won't mover a
The bully of the becomes the hour of the glock
So cuckooThe sounds I run are rollin' the bodyguard
But forget the day it's sunny but it'll be foggy
And in the funeral, you'll be a new tune
May your soul on the moon, Jack in wood spoon
In Channel Seven, you said before Cut
You killed so many that conscience ended up, whattup? WHAT
Aiyyo black men, you're dyin' by a cousin
So all I do is walk away yo' as if nothin' happened
You me a punk, I gotta step cause all you did was flex
But don't get closer the kid still gotta keep his rep
See I'm known for the like the jewel was the jewel
the follow got the boo, like the miller got the boo
Let the fool cop the man jewel, suck up, up the
Oh why you got the ha ha lew
I got the rap loose, so sci bi dee bob bob, you stop
You do the rap rap, from hip hop to be bop, be bop
To beep beep, the Haitian kid, beeper's off beep beep
I gotta a sale so I can eat, beep, beep
The Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off, you I got no time to sleep, so beep beep

H to the A to the I to the T to the I
Live or die, nothin' but a dark side
Fugees on the mic,
Yo', on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah

Man, I to cops the other day to plead for my innocence
brought me in another charges of a legal residents
And L, E, N, on a land
Watch me go back to my land and there will be a thing
Gorillas in the mist, everything, and the light becomes a priest
put up they guard, they pump up they fists
Now I'm number one on they motherfuckin' hit
Goin' down for first of manslaughter
Makin' change out of emcee's them outta quarters
That's value, that's what they worth
Cause the first be last and the last shall be first, yeah
we learned was to burn, now cause you c came
With that machette, it's turn
It's not funny, but twenty a month is what you baby
We on to the Yankee, pass the mic to the,

Well I'm as cool to ya the mic I'm checkin' comin' from my
a message, to deliver, but the back is very simple
I'm the girl, Yankee, rollin' wit' the from Haiti
as a mighty grab who gets the last laugh hahaha
You bite with my Haitian from they stinks as my, Yankee
Wonderin' who was the to pull over girl as soon as it came out son
My history, a hypocrite, so we gonna do?
The dope is is only get the man since that is true
So hip hip with my lip as I rip a felt tip
a righteous situation, interpretation, a graduation
Your ventilation, and education, segregation,
A capitalization, it's agration, not separation, ya the Haitians

H to the A to the I to the T to the I