Luyện nghe bài hát ReFugees On the Mic

Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out
To just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a immigrant
Put up your youknowhatI'msayin'?
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 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
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 second so I can lay
Cause this, 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, murdered his father and his three year old son
I him cursin' 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 door, I got nuttin' to fight for
I'm sailin' on a boat like a goat, I my throat
I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled coke
I look in through microscope, for my country and the
My eyes bleed, I see Aaron Steed, the Haitian
Figure or Dundee, the Malcom X
like the ki's, so should 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 after you after the revival
When he come, what will he do, what will he say?
That's all a mystery, but have your hand
So you can blow the away
Beep, beep, I gotta make a so I can eat
So Praswell, the mic and be complete

Huh, lovin' the wreck in effect, be all in checkmate
Another for Praswell to translate
For those who relate to stay down my, no man wait
No mistake, when I tell you, your is a fake

You said a on a Haitian, three hundred g's
Your sharpshooters are lousy, we mend to 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 makes me Mr.
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 tried to scare me but I won't a
The of the block becomes the hour of the glock
So cuckooThe sounds I run are rollin' with the
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, in wood spoon
In Channel Seven, you Death before Cut
You so many that your conscience ended up, whattup? WHAT
Aiyyo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen
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 closer 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, 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 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
or die, it's nothin' but a dark side
Fugees on the mic,
Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh

Man, I to cops the other day to plead for my innocence
brought me in another charges of a legal residents
And L, E, N, on a land
Watch me go back to my land and then there be a thing
Gorillas in the mist, where everything, and the light becomes a
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, that's they worth
Cause the first shall be and the last shall be first, yeah
What we was to burn, now cause you c came
With machette, it's your turn
It's not funny, but a month is what you earn baby
We on to the Yankee, pass the mic to the,

Well I'm as cool to ya the mic I'm checkin' comin' from my
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 with my Haitian from they stinks as my,
Wonderin' who was the first to pull girl as soon as it came out son
My history, a hypocrite, so what we do?
The dope is dope is only get the man since is true
So hip hip my lip as I rip with a felt tip
With a situation, interpretation, a graduation
ventilation, and education, segregation, emancipation
A capitalization, it's agration, not separation, ya breath the

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