Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab

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

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

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

Now are whylin' so I ask the bad black
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, 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 that's flyin' like the bird do
And you never heard plus I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard acting kind of hard
And you got your scarred when they was shootin' on the boulevard

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You we got the vocab
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Yeah, we got the
Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Then cast off here to Mexico
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 skills I is very tho-rough
And if you believe me ask Freres Jacques
Freres Jacques, Freres
A dorme vous? A dorme

Watch out now I choose to speak
I'm the cipher fly East to the Five 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 Fugee be
Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff to the
DJ, that be selectin', the of record ah

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We got the
Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and 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, it's a for free
the gimmick it's nonsense, it's no sense or value

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

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

Say La-di-da-di, we to party but
My jam was BDP, with My
Say Flash, MC Melle Mel
Then LL Cool J with 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
got the Honolulu

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

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I got the
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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 y'all got the vocab
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Aiyyo, bros the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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Word, y'all got the
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Aiyy, I y'all got the vocab
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Aiyyo, sisters the mic and show you got the gift of gab