Luyện nghe bài hát ReFugees On the Mic

Yo', check it out, I all the refugees out there
To just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you you're a fuckin' immigrant
Put up your youknowhatI'msayin'?
I'ma start this 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 dark
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
Fugees on the mic, yeah,
Yo', on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah

If you wanna snap, SNAP, if you crack, CRACK
If you wanna shoot, give me a so I can lay flat
Cause this, some the cemetary's, the
Where the tough guys get in their property
Word to Sampson, the tone get you hung
I had a friend, they murdered his and his three year old son
I heard him the essence of the, the committed the crime
But ah, murder got no
The country has no law, it's either rich or
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 through microscope, for my and the hurt
My eyes bleed, I see Aaron Steed, the Haitian
Figure or Dundee, the riginal 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 your face, 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?
all a mystery, but have your hand grenade
So you can blow the away
Beep, beep, I gotta a sale so I can eat
So Praswell, grab the mic and be

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, when I tell you, your prophet is a

You said a on a Haitian, three hundred g's
Your sharpshooters are lousy, we mend to high be high
So your face 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 Michael get ordered, a viper you know
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by
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' the bodyguard
But forget the day it's sunny but it'll be foggy
And in the funeral, be singin' a new tune
May soul rest on the moon, Jack in wood spoon
In Channel Seven, you said Death Cut
You killed so many that your conscience ended up, whattup?
Aiyyo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen
So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if happened
You call me a punk, I gotta step cause all you did was
But don't get closer the kid still gotta 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, 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 kid, beeper's 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, 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
brought me in another 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 pump up fists
Now I'm one on they motherfuckin' hit list
Goin' down for first degree of
Makin' change out of makin' them outta quarters
That's they value, that's what they
Cause the first shall be last and the last shall be first,
What we 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, pass the mic to the,

I'm as cool to ya the mic I'm checkin' comin' from my temple
With a message, to deliver, but the is very simple
I'm the girl, Yankee, rollin' the kids from Haiti
Coolin' as a mighty grab who gets the laugh hahaha
You size with my Haitian from they stinks as my, Yankee
Wonderin' who was the first to pull girl as soon as it came out son
My history, a hypocrite, so we gonna do?
The dope is dope is only get the man that is true
So hip hip my lip as I rip with a felt tip
With a situation, interpretation, a graduation
Your ventilation, and education, segregation,
A capitalization, agration, not separation, ya breath the Haitians

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