Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab

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

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

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

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

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

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You we got the vocab
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Yeah, we got the
Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and you got the gift of gab

Then cast off from here to
You see my four-five-six a-be my
And I rest my head 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 me ask Freres Jacques
Freres Jacques, Freres
A dorme vous? A vous?

out now when I choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five
is born, to all beginners
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, and kept in, nuff respect to the
DJ, that be selectin', the type of ah

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We got the
Aiyyo Clef the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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

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

Run-DMC to ask Mary was she buggin'?
I P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was sayin'
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, My Philosophy
Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Mel
Then LL J came with Rock 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
Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the
got the Honolulu

I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop be-bop
From to bee-bee

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

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

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