Luyện nghe bài hát ReFugees On the Mic

Yo', check it out, I want all the out there
To put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant
Put up your hands
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, 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
Fugees on the mic, yeah,
Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh

If you wanna snap, SNAP, if you crack, CRACK
If you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay
this, some the cemetary's, the reality
Where the tough guys get buried in their
Word to Sampson, the tone 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, either 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
I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled coke
I in through 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 David
Though I'm strugglin' to jump
Let me blow her upper her in your face, that'cha ego
Aiyyo, freeze funk, you got to stay
Watch out for the devil, he comes you after 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 blow the motherfucker
Beep, beep, I gotta make a so I can eat
So Praswell, grab the mic and be

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

You said a on a Haitian, three hundred g's
Your sharpshooters are lousy, we to high be high hoodies
So show your face a when you waste, I who's smokin'
The bigger that you try to put out yours just me Mr. Nobody
Take high wit'cha 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 to in the line of the barkin' of the bright side
You tried to scare me but I won't a
The bully of the becomes the hour of the glock
So sounds I run are rollin' with the bodyguard
But don't forget the day it's but it'll be foggy
And in the funeral, you'll be a new tune
May your soul rest on the moon, Jack in spoon
In Seven, you said Death before Cut
You killed so that your conscience ended up, whattup? WHAT
black 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 cause the kid still gotta keep his rep
See I'm known for the crew 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 off beep beep
I gotta a sale 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
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 me in another charges of a legal residents
And L, E, N, on a foreign
Watch me go back to my land and then there will be a
Gorillas in the mist, where everything, and the becomes a priest
They put up they guard, they pump up they
Now I'm one on they motherfuckin' hit list
Goin' down for degree of manslaughter
Makin' out of emcee's makin' them outta quarters
That's they value, that's what worth
Cause the first be last and the last shall be first, yeah
we learned was to burn, now cause you c came
With that machette, it's your
It's not funny, but twenty a month is what you earn
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' wit' the kids Haiti
Coolin' as a mighty grab who gets the last hahaha
You bite size with my Haitian from stinks as my, Yankee
Wonderin' who was the to pull over girl as soon as it came out son
My history, a hypocrite, so we gonna do?
The dope is dope is get the man since that is true
So hip hip my lip as I rip with a felt tip
a righteous situation, interpretation, a graduation
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