Luyện nghe bài hát ReFugees On the Mic

Yo', check it out, I want all the out there
To just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you you're a fuckin' immigrant
Put up hands youknowhatI'msayin'?
start this shit off like this, this time 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
Live or die, nothin' but a dark 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 wanna shoot, me a second so I can lay flat
this, some the cemetary's, the reality
Where the tough guys get buried in their
Word to Sampson, the will get you hung
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, murder got no
The country has no law, it's rich or poor
I'm out the back door, I got nuttin' to 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 look in through microscope, for my country and the
My eyes bleed, I see Aaron Steed, the Pope
Figure or Dundee, the Malcom X
Swing like the ki's, so should I put on Tomerfest
Though I'm strugglin' to jump
Let me her upper her bubble in your face, that'cha ego
Aiyyo, funk, you got to stay stable
Watch out for the devil, he comes after you after the
When he come, what will he do, what will he say?
That's all a mystery, but have hand grenade
So you can blow the motherfucker
Beep, beep, I gotta make a so I can eat
So Praswell, grab the mic and be

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

You a contract on a Haitian, three hundred g's
Your sharpshooters are lousy, we mend to high be hoodies
So show your face a you waste, I know who's smokin'
The bigger that you try to put out just makes me Mr. Nobody
high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the by like
What did I have to in the 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' with the
But don't forget the day sunny but it'll be foggy
And in the funeral, you'll be singin' a new
May your rest on the moon, Jack in wood spoon
In Channel Seven, you Death before Cut
You killed so that your conscience ended up, whattup? WHAT
Aiyyo men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin
So all I do is away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened
You call me a punk, I step cause all you did was flex
But don't get closer cause the kid still keep his rep
See I'm known for the crew like the jewel was the
Like the got the boo, like 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, beeper's goin' off beep
I make 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
or die, it's 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
They brought me in charges of a legal residents
And L, E, N, on a land
Watch me go to my land and then there 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 motherfuckin' hit list
Goin' down for first of manslaughter
Makin' change out of emcee's them outta quarters
That's they value, that's they worth
Cause the first shall be last and the last be first, yeah
we learned was to burn, now cause you c came
With that machette, your turn
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' from my temple
a message, to deliver, but the back is very simple
I'm the girl, Yankee, rollin' the kids from Haiti
Coolin' as a mighty grab who gets the laugh hahaha
You bite size with my Haitian from they stinks as my,
Wonderin' who was the first to pull over as soon as it came out son
My history, a hypocrite, so what we do?
The dope is dope is only get the man since that is
So hip hip with my lip as I rip with a tip
a righteous situation, interpretation, a graduation
Your ventilation, and education, segregation,
A capitalization, agration, not separation, ya breath the Haitians

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