Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab

Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees about to 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 fa tes the rap stylee
Stop the violence and just it on, wild

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

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

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

I'm like the phantom that's 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 scarred when they was shootin' on the boulevard

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

Then cast off here to Mexico
You see my a-be my Celo
And when I rest my is on a pillow
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be,

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

out now when I choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the 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 rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin'
Correct and, and kept in, nuff respect to the
DJ, that be selectin', the 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, a dreadlock for free
Kill the gimmick nonsense, it's no sense or value

A rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me
"Roxanne, you don't got to for money no more!" and
in the days I used 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., kept me conscious of what I was sayin'
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous
Got within myself so it made me a Five

Say La-di-da-di, we like to but
My jam was BDP, with My
Say Flash, MC Melle 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, like the men who got the
Like the Fu got the Manchu, got the Zulu
Hawaii got the

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

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

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