Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab

Yo, this is the Fugees, about to take you on a journey
Into the dimensions of The Booga Basement, The Basement,
Hey yo, one two three, the crew is called
And if you come fa tes the rap
Stop the violence and just it on, wild

Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think really know me
I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's
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 devil's wishin' they send me back to Mogadishu
I've been wild since I was a juvenile
Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was style

Now kids are so I ask the bad black
bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then
Pray tell me when's the will begin?
I on my TV, I check out Farrakhan on CNN see

I'm like the phantom that's flyin' like the do
And things you never heard plus I come the suburbs
Word to God, I heard acting kind of hard
And you got skin scarred when they was shootin' on the boulevard

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cast off from here to Mexico
You see my four-five-six 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 tho-rough
And if you don't believe me ask Freres
Freres Jacques, Jacques
A dorme vous? A dorme

out now when I choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five
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 how Fugee be steppin'
Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff to the
DJ, be selectin', the type of record ah

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it out, here we go
Back in Eighty-three, no one to be nappy
I turn on my TV, it's a for free
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 before guns became gats and

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

Say La-di-da-di, we to party but
My jam was BDP, My Philosophy
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 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 skippedy-de-bop-bop you stop
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through
From to bee-bee

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