Luyện nghe bài hát ReFugees On the Mic

Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out
To put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant
Put up hands youknowhatI'msayin'?
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', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh
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 snap, SNAP, if you wanna crack, CRACK
If you shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat
Cause this, the cemetary's, the reality
Where the tough guys get buried in property
Word to Sampson, the tone get you hung
I had a friend, murdered his father and his three year old son
I heard him cursin' the of the, the committed the crime
But ah, got no time
The country has no law, either rich or poor
I'm out the back door, I got to fight for
I'm sailin' on a boat like a goat, I clear my
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 Malcom X
Swing like the ki's, so should I put on David
Though I'm humberlicious strugglin' to
Let me blow her upper her bubble in your face, ego
Aiyyo, funk, you got to stay stable
Watch out for the devil, he comes after you after the
When will he come, will he do, what will he say?
That's all a mystery, but have your hand
So you can blow the motherfucker
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
style for Praswell to translate
For those who relate to stay down my, no man wait
No mistake, I tell 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 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, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a to the side by like
What did I have to in the line of the of the bright 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 rollin' with the
But don't forget the day it's sunny but it'll be
And in the funeral, be singin' a new tune
May your soul rest on the moon, in wood spoon
In Channel Seven, you said Death Cut
You killed so many that your conscience ended up, WHAT
black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin
So all I do is walk away yo' as if nothin' happened
You call me a punk, I gotta cause all you did was flex
But don't get closer cause the kid still keep his rep
See I'm known for the like the jewel was the jewel
Like the 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, hip hop to be bop, from be bop
To beep beep, the kid, beeper's goin' off beep beep
I gotta make a so I can eat, beep, beep
The Haitian kid, beeper's 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
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 brought me in another charges of a 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, everything, and the light becomes a priest
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 they value, what they worth
Cause the first be last and the last shall be first, yeah
What we learned was to burn, now you c came
With machette, it's your turn
It's not funny, but twenty a month is what you earn
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 back is simple
I'm the girl, Yankee, rollin' the kids from Haiti
Coolin' as a mighty who gets 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 since is true
So hip hip with my lip as I rip a felt 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