Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab

Yo, is the Fugees, refugees about to take you on a journey
the dimensions of The Booga Basement, The Basement, word
Hey yo, one two three, the crew is ReFugees
And if you come fa tes the rap
Stop the violence and bring it on, wild

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

But I be baitin' the rebel to bass distort the EQ
The devil's wishin' they could send me back to
Cause I've been wild since I was a
profile, back when righteous rap was your style

Now kids are so I ask the bad black
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the then
Pray 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 like the bird do
And things you never heard plus I come from the
Word to God, I heard you're kind of hard
And you got your skin scarred when was shootin' on the boulevard

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I got the
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You we got the vocab
(All my got the vocab)
Yeah, we got the
Aiyyo Praz, the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Then cast off from 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 don't believe me ask Freres
Freres Jacques, Freres
A dorme A dorme vous?

Watch out now I choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly to the Five Percenter
Knowledge is born, to all
Cast the first stone, if you you ain't a sinner, ah

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

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I got the
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You they got vocab
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We got the
Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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

A rapper, disaster, nobody ever me that
"Roxanne, you got to work for money no more!" and
Back in the I used to listen to Kool G Rap
Way back when before guns became and

Run-DMC used to ask was she buggin'?
I loved P.E., they kept me conscious of I was sayin'
Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher
Got within myself so it me a Five Percenter

Say La-di-da-di, we to party but
My jam was BDP, with My
Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Mel
Then LL J came with Rock the Bells

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

I got the rap lieu, so you don't stop
You do the from hip-hop through be-bop
be-bop to bee-bee

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I got the
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You know got the vocab
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Word, we got the
Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the of gab

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You know got the vocab
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Yeah, they got the
Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and you got the gift of gab

(DC got the vocab)
Word, got the vocab
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Aiyy, I know got the vocab
(Oakland got the vocab)
Word, they got the
Aiyyo, sisters the mic and show you got the gift of gab