Luyện nghe bài hát ReFugees On the Mic

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

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

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

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

You said a on a Haitian, three hundred g's
Your sharpshooters are lousy, we mend to high be hoodies
So show your face a when you waste, I who's smokin'
The that you try to put out yours just makes me Mr. Nobody
Take high just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a to the side by like
did I have to in the line of the barkin' of the bright side
You to scare me but I won't mover a
The bully of the block becomes the of the glock
So cuckooThe sounds I run are rollin' the bodyguard
But don't the day it's sunny but it'll be foggy
And in the funeral, be singin' a new tune
May your soul rest on the moon, Jack in spoon
In Channel Seven, you Death before Cut
You killed so many that your ended up, whattup? WHAT
Aiyyo black men, dyin' by a dozen cousin
So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if happened
You call me a punk, I gotta step all you did was flex
But don't get cause the kid still gotta keep his rep
See I'm known for the crew like the jewel was the
the follow got the boo, like the miller got the boo
Let the fool cop the man jewel, up, up the ?cool-lew?
Oh why you got the ha ha lew
I got the rap loose, so sci bi dee bob bob, you don't
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
on the mic, YEAH
Yo', on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah

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

Well I'm as cool to ya the mic I'm checkin' comin' my temple
With a message, to deliver, but the 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 size with my Haitian from they as my, Yankee
Wonderin' who was the first to pull over girl as soon as it out son
My history, a hypocrite, so we gonna do?
The dope is dope is get the man since that is true
So hip hip with my lip as I rip with a tip
With a situation, interpretation, a graduation
ventilation, and education, segregation, emancipation
A capitalization, agration, not separation, ya breath the Haitians

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