Luyện nghe bài hát ReFugees On the Mic

Yo', check it out, I all the refugees out there
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, time around

H to the A to the I to the T to the I
Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark
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 but a dark side
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, some the cemetary's, the
Where the tough get buried in their 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 the essence of the, the committed the crime
But ah, murder got no
The has no law, it's either rich or poor
I'm out the back door, I got nuttin' to 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 microscope, for my country and the hurt
My bleed, I see Aaron Steed, the Haitian 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 blow her upper her bubble in face, that'cha ego
Aiyyo, funk, you got to stay stable
Watch out for the devil, he after you after the revival
When will he come, what will he do, what will he
That's all a mystery, but have hand grenade
So you can the motherfucker away
Beep, beep, I make a sale so I can eat
So Praswell, the mic and be complete

Huh, lovin' the wreck in effect, will be all in
Another for Praswell to translate
For those who can't relate to 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 high
So show your face a when you waste, I know smokin'
The that 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 you know
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by
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 hour of the
So cuckooThe I run are rollin' with the bodyguard
But don't forget the day it's but it'll be foggy
And in the funeral, be singin' a new tune
May your rest on the moon, Jack in wood spoon
In Seven, you said Death before Cut
You killed so many that your conscience up, whattup? WHAT
Aiyyo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen
So all I do is walk yo' Prince 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 gotta keep his rep
See I'm known for the like the jewel was the jewel
the follow 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, hip hop to be bop, from be bop
To beep, the Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off beep beep
I gotta make a sale so I can eat, beep,
The Haitian kid, 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
Live or die, nothin' but a dark side
Fugees on the mic,
Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh

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

Well I'm as to ya the mic I'm checkin' comin' from my temple
With a message, to deliver, but the back is very
I'm the girl, Yankee, rollin' wit' the kids Haiti
as a mighty grab who gets the last laugh hahaha
You bite size with my Haitian 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 is dope is only get the man since that is true
So hip hip with my lip as I rip a felt tip
With a situation, interpretation, a graduation
Your ventilation, and education, segregation,
A capitalization, it's agration, not separation, ya breath the

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