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 ReFugees
And if you fa tes the rap stylee
Stop the violence and just bring it on,

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

But I be baitin' the base to bass distort the EQ
The wishin' they could send me back to Mogadishu
Cause I've been since I was a juvenile
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 tell me when's the revolution begin?
I turn on my TV, I check out on CNN see

I'm like the phantom that's flyin' like the do
And things you never heard I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard acting kind of hard
And you got your skin scarred 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 a-be my
And when I rest my head is on a
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be,

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

out now when I choose to speak
I'm forming the fly East to the Five 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 foolish rapper for he not how Fugee be steppin'
Correct and, stopped and in, nuff respect to the
DJ, be selectin', the type of record ah

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Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and you got the gift 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 it's nonsense, it's no sense or value

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

used to ask Mary was she buggin'?
I loved P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous
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
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 you don't stop
You do the rock-rock from through be-bop
From be-bop to

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

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Aiyyo, bros 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