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 your hands
I'ma this 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 dark
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 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, give me a second so I can lay
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 and his three year old son
I him cursin' the essence 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 door, I got nuttin' to fight for
I'm on a boat like a goat, I clear my throat
I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled coke
I look in microscope, for my country and the hurt
My eyes bleed, I see Aaron Steed, the Pope
Figure or Dundee, the Malcom X
Swing the ki's, so should I put on David Tomerfest
Though I'm humberlicious strugglin' to
Let me blow her 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 will he come, what he do, what will he say?
all a mystery, but have your hand grenade
So you can the motherfucker away
Beep, beep, I gotta a sale so I can eat
So Praswell, the mic and be complete

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

You said a contract on a Haitian, hundred g's
Your sharpshooters are lousy, we mend to high be high
So show your a when you waste, I know who's smokin'
The bigger you try to put out yours just makes me Mr. Nobody
Take 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
did I have to in the line of the barkin' of the bright side
You tried to me but I won't mover 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 soul rest on the moon, Jack in wood spoon
In Channel Seven, you said Death Cut
You killed so that your 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 call me a punk, I gotta step cause all you did was
But don't get cause the kid still gotta keep his rep
See I'm for the crew like the jewel was the jewel
Like the 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, goin' off beep beep
I gotta make a sale so I can eat, beep,
The kid, beeper's goin' off, you know I got no time to sleep, so beep 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', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh

Man, I went to the other day to plead for my innocence
They brought me in another of a legal residents
And L, E, N, on a foreign
Watch me go back to my land and there will be a thing
Gorillas in the mist, everything, and the light becomes a priest
They put up they guard, pump up they fists
Now I'm number one on they hit list
Goin' down for first of manslaughter
Makin' out of emcee's makin' them outta quarters
That's value, that's what they worth
the first shall be last and the last shall be first, yeah
What we learned was to burn, now you c came
With that machette, your 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' from my temple
a message, to deliver, but the back is very simple
I'm the girl, Yankee, wit' the kids from Haiti
Coolin' as a mighty grab who the last laugh hahaha
You size with my Haitian from they stinks as my, Yankee
Wonderin' who was the first to pull over girl as soon as it out son
My history, a hypocrite, so what we do?
The dope is dope is only get the man that is true
So hip hip my lip as I rip with a felt tip
With a righteous situation, interpretation, a
Your ventilation, and education, segregation,
A capitalization, agration, not separation, ya breath the Haitians

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