Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab

Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees to take you on a journey
Into the 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 just bring it on,

Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they know me
I keep a wrap about me I'm driving daddy's Audi
I pay the toll fighting for my own
'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 to Mogadishu
Cause I've been since I was a juvenile
Afro-centric profile, back righteous rap was your style

Now kids are so I ask the bad black
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, the estimate then
Pray tell me when's the 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
to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard
And you got your skin 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 very
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 know how be steppin'
Correct and, and kept in, nuff respect to the
DJ, be selectin', the type of record ah

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

Check it out, 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, no sense or value

A rapper, disaster, nobody ever me that
"Roxanne, you don't got to work for no more!" and
Back in the days I used to listen to G Rap
Way when before guns became gats and

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

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

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

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

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

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Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the of gab