Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab

Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees 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 bring it on,

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 fighting for my own soul
'Cause the bourgeoisie type of sucks like a flat comb

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

Now kids are so I ask the bad black
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, the estimate then
tell 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 heard plus I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard you're acting of hard
And you got skin scarred when they was shootin' on the boulevard

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I got the
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You we got the vocab
(All my got the vocab)
Yeah, we got the
Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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

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

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

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

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

A rapper, disaster, ever told me that
"Roxanne, you don't got to for money no more!" and
in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap
Way back when before became gats and

Run-DMC used to ask was she buggin'?
I loved P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was
Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher
Got myself so it made me a Five 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 came with 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 you don't stop
You do the from hip-hop through be-bop
From be-bop to

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You they got the vocab
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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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Yeah, they got the
Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and you got the gift of gab

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