Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab

Yo, this is the Fugees, about to take you on a journey
Into the dimensions of The Booga Basement, The Basement,
Hey yo, one two three, the is called ReFugees
And if you fa tes the rap stylee
Stop the violence and just bring it on,

Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really me
I keep a wrap about me while I'm daddy's Audi
I pay the toll for my own soul
'Cause the bourgeoisie type of mental like a flat comb

But I be the rebel base to bass distort the EQ
The wishin' they could send me back to Mogadishu
I've been wild since I was a juvenile
Afro-centric profile, when righteous rap was your style

Now kids are whylin' so I ask the bad
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, the estimate then
tell me when's the revolution will begin?
I on my TV, I check out Farrakhan on CNN see

I'm like the phantom that's flyin' like the do
And things you heard plus I come from the suburbs
to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard
And you got your scarred when they was shootin' on the boulevard

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Aiyyo Praz, the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Then off from here to Mexico
You see my four-five-six my Celo
And when I my head is on a pillow
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be,

You see the skills I manifest is tho-rough
And if you believe me ask Freres Jacques
Freres Jacques, Freres
A dorme A dorme vous?

Watch out now when I choose to
I'm the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter
is born, to all beginners
Cast the first stone, if you feel you a sinner, ah

Say, our Father, who art in
Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be
Correct and, stopped and kept in, respect to the
DJ, be selectin', the type of record ah

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Aiyyo Clef the mic and show you got the gift of gab

it out, here we go
Back in Eighty-three, no one wanted to be
I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for
the gimmick it's nonsense, it's no sense or value

A rapper, disaster, ever told me that
"Roxanne, you don't got to for money no more!" and
Back in the days I used to to Kool G Rap
Way back when before guns became and

Run-DMC to ask Mary was she buggin'?
I loved P.E., they kept me of what I was sayin'
Afrika Bambaata, Righteous Teacher
Got within myself so it made me a Five

Say La-di-da-di, we like to but
My jam was BDP, My Philosophy
Say Flash, MC Melle Mel
LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells

See I'm the one for the crew, a Jew is a Jew
Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the
Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the
got the Honolulu

I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you stop
You do the rock-rock hip-hop through be-bop
From be-bop to

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Aiyyo peeps, the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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