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
or die, it's 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
Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark
on the mic, yeah, yeah
Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh

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

Huh, lovin' the wreck in effect, will be all in
style for Praswell to translate
For those who relate to stay down my, no man wait
No mistake, when I tell you, prophet is a fake

You said a contract on a Haitian, three 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 that you try to put out yours makes me Mr. Nobody
Take high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a you know
Yeah, a cause you might lose a life to the side by like
What did I have to in the line of the barkin' of the side
You tried to scare me but I won't a
The bully of the block becomes the of the glock
So cuckooThe sounds I run are with the bodyguard
But don't forget the day it's sunny but 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 so many that your conscience ended up, whattup? WHAT
black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin
So all I do is walk yo' Prince as if nothin' happened
You call me a punk, I gotta step cause all you did was
But don't get closer cause the kid still gotta his rep
See I'm for the crew like the jewel was the jewel
Like the follow got the boo, the miller got the boo
Let the cop the man jewel, suck 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, goin' off beep beep
I gotta a sale so I can eat, beep, beep
The Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off, you know I got no time to sleep, so beep

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

Man, I went to cops the other day to for my innocence
They brought me in another charges of a legal
And L, E, N, on a land
me go back to my land and then there will be a thing
Gorillas in the mist, where everything, and the light becomes a
They put up they guard, they pump up fists
Now I'm number one on they hit list
Goin' for first degree of manslaughter
change 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
What we was to burn, now cause you c came
With that machette, it's turn
It's not funny, but a month is what you earn baby
We on to the Yankee, pass the mic to the,

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

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