Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab

Yo, is the Fugees, refugees about to take you on a journey
Into the dimensions of The 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 just it on, wild

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

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

Now are whylin' so I ask the bad black
bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then
Pray tell me the revolution will begin?
I turn on my TV, I check out on CNN see

I'm like the that's flyin' like the bird do
And things you never heard I come from the suburbs
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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cast off from here to Mexico
You see my four-five-six a-be my
And I rest my head is on a pillow
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be,

You see the I manifest is very tho-rough
And if you don't believe me ask Freres
Jacques, Freres Jacques
A dorme vous? A dorme

Watch out now I choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five
is born, to all beginners
Cast the stone, if you feel 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, and kept in, nuff respect to the
DJ, that be selectin', the type of ah

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

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

used to ask Mary was she buggin'?
I loved P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous
Got within myself so it me a Five Percenter

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

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

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

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