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 is called ReFugees
And if you come fa tes the rap
Stop the violence and bring it on, wild

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

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

Now are whylin' so I ask the bad black
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate
tell me when's the revolution will begin?
I turn on my TV, I check out on CNN see

I'm like the phantom that's flyin' the bird do
And things you never heard plus I come from the
Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of
And you got your skin scarred when 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 from here to
You see my a-be my Celo
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, Freres
A dorme vous? A dorme

Watch out now when I to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Percenter
Knowledge is born, to all
Cast the stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ah

Say, our Father, who art in
the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin'
Correct and, stopped and in, nuff respect to the
DJ, that be selectin', the of record ah

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We got the
Clef 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 on my TV, it's a dreadlock for free
Kill the gimmick it's nonsense, it's no sense or

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

Run-DMC used to ask Mary was she
I P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was sayin'
Bambaata, Poor Righteous 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 Grandmaster Flash, MC 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, the men who got the blue
the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu
Hawaii got the

I got the rap lieu, so you don't stop
You do the rock-rock hip-hop through be-bop
be-bop to bee-bee

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

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

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Aiyy, I know y'all got the
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