Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab

Yo, this is the Fugees, about to take 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 come fa tes the rap
Stop the violence and just bring it on,

Hey yo I, feel of melancholy people think they really 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 rebel base to bass the EQ
The devil's they could send me back to Mogadishu
Cause I've been wild 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 revolution will
I turn on my TV, I out Farrakhan on CNN see

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

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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 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
Freres Jacques, Jacques
A dorme A dorme vous?

Watch out now when I choose to
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 foolish rapper for he not 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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We got the
Aiyyo grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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

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

Say La-di-da-di, we like to but
My jam was BDP, My Philosophy
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
Hawaii got the

I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you stop
You do the from hip-hop through be-bop
be-bop to bee-bee

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

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Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the of gab

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