Luyện nghe bài hát ReFugees On the Mic

Yo', it out, I want all the refugees out there
To just put up your 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 but a dark side
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, nothin' but a dark side
on the mic, yeah, yeah
Yo', on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah

If you wanna snap, SNAP, if you wanna crack,
If you wanna shoot, give me a so I can lay flat
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 heard him cursin' the essence of the, the the crime
But ah, got no time
The country has no law, it's either rich or
I'm out the back door, I got to fight for
I'm on a boat like a goat, I clear my throat
When I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled
I look in through microscope, for my country and the
My eyes bleed, I see Aaron Steed, the Pope
Figure or Dundee, the riginal X
Swing like the ki's, so should I put on David
I'm humberlicious strugglin' to jump
Let me blow her her bubble in your face, that'cha ego
Aiyyo, freeze funk, you got to stay
Watch out for the devil, he after you after the revival
When will he come, what will he do, what he say?
That's all a mystery, but have hand grenade
So you can blow the away
Beep, beep, I make a sale so I can eat
So Praswell, grab the mic and be

Huh, lovin' the in effect, will be all in checkmate
Another for Praswell to translate
For those who can't relate to stay 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 mend to high be hoodies
So your face a when you waste, I know who's smokin'
The bigger that you try to put out yours makes me Mr. Nobody
Take high wit'cha just right, be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know
Yeah, a viper cause you lose a life to the side by like
What did I have to in the line of the barkin' of the bright
You tried to scare me but I mover a
The of the block becomes the hour of the glock
So cuckooThe I run are rollin' with the bodyguard
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 on the moon, Jack in wood spoon
In Channel Seven, you said before Cut
You killed so many that conscience ended up, whattup? WHAT
Aiyyo black men, you're dyin' by a cousin
So all I do is walk yo' Prince as if nothin' happened
You call me a punk, I step cause all you did was flex
But don't get closer cause the kid still 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 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, 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 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, it's nothin' but a 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 charges of a legal residents
And L, E, N, on a land
me go back to my land and then there will be a thing
Gorillas in the mist, where everything, and the light becomes a
They put up they guard, they up they fists
Now I'm one on they motherfuckin' hit list
Goin' down for first degree of
Makin' change out of emcee's makin' them outta
That's value, that's what they worth
Cause the first shall be last and the last shall be first,
What we was to burn, now cause you c came
With that machette, your turn
It's not funny, but twenty a is what you earn baby
We on to the Yankee, the mic to the, Yankee

Well I'm as cool to ya the mic I'm checkin' from my temple
With a message, to deliver, but the back is very
I'm the girl, Yankee, rollin' the kids from Haiti
Coolin' as a mighty grab who gets the last laugh
You bite size my Haitian from they stinks as my, Yankee
Wonderin' who was the first to pull over 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 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