Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab

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

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

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

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

I'm like the phantom that's like the bird do
And things you never heard plus I 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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I got the
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You know we got the
(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 here to
You see my four-five-six a-be my
And when I rest my is on a pillow
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be,

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

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

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

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I got the
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You know they got
(Brooklyn got the vocab)
We got the
Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the of gab

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

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

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

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
Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue
Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the
got the Honolulu

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

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You know they got the
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Word, we got the
peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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

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Word, got the vocab
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Aiyy, I know got the vocab
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Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and you got the gift of gab