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

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
Word to Sampson, the tone get you hung
I had a friend, they 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 like a goat, I clear my throat
When I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I coke
I look in through microscope, for my and the hurt
My eyes bleed, I see Steed, the Haitian Pope
or Dundee, the riginal Malcom X
Swing like the ki's, so I put on David Tomerfest
Though I'm strugglin' to jump
Let me blow her upper her bubble in face, that'cha ego
Aiyyo, freeze funk, you got to stay
Watch out for the devil, he comes after you the revival
When will he come, will he do, what will he say?
That's all a mystery, but have your grenade
So you can the motherfucker away
Beep, beep, I gotta make a so I can eat
So Praswell, the mic and be complete

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 tell you, your prophet is a

You a contract on a Haitian, three hundred g's
Your sharpshooters are lousy, we to high be high hoodies
So show your face a you waste, I know who's smokin'
The bigger that you try to put out yours just me Mr. Nobody
Take high just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a 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 becomes the hour 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, you'll be a new tune
May your soul rest on the moon, 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 walk away yo' Prince as if nothin'
You me a punk, I gotta step cause all you did was flex
But don't get cause the kid still 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 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 stop
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 gotta make a so I can eat, beep, beep
The Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off, you 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', on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah

Man, I went to 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
in the mist, where everything, and the light becomes a priest
They put up they guard, pump up they fists
Now I'm one on they motherfuckin' hit list
Goin' down for first degree of
change out of emcee's makin' them outta quarters
That's they value, what they worth
Cause the first shall be last and the shall be first, yeah
we learned was to burn, now cause you c came
With that machette, it's your
not funny, but twenty a month is what you earn baby
We on to the Yankee, pass the mic to the,

Well I'm as to ya the mic I'm checkin' comin' from 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 to pull over girl as soon as it came 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 with a tip
With a righteous situation, interpretation, a
Your ventilation, and education, segregation,
A capitalization, it's agration, not separation, ya the Haitians

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