Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (hip-hop Remix)

Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees about to take you on a
the dimensions 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 kind of melancholy people think they really me
I keep a about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi
I pay the toll for my own soul
'Cause the bourgeoisie type of sucks like a flat comb

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

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

I'm the phantom that's flyin' like the bird do
And things you heard plus I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard you're acting of hard
And you got your skin scarred they was shootin' on the boulevard

(You got the vocab)
I got the
(Underground got the vocab)
You we got the vocab
(All my got the vocab)
Yeah, we got the
Aiyyo Praz, the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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

Watch out now when I choose to
I'm forming the cipher fly to the Five Percenter
is born, to all beginners
Cast the stone, if you feel you ain't 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, respect to the
DJ, be selectin', the type of record ah

(You got the vocab)
I got the
(The got the vocab)
You know got vocab
(Brooklyn got the vocab)
We got the
Aiyyo grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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

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

used to ask Mary was she buggin'?
I P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was sayin'
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous
Got myself 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
Then LL Cool J came with Rock the

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
Hawaii got the

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

(You got the vocab)
I got the
(Boogie got the vocab)
You they got the vocab
(Black got the vocab)
Word, we got the
Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the of gab

(You got the vocab)
Yeah, we got the
(Queens got the vocab)
You y'all got the vocab
(Uptown got the vocab)
Yeah, they got the
Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the of gab

(DC got the vocab)
Word, got the vocab
(Virginia got the vocab)
Aiyy, I y'all got the vocab
(Oakland got the vocab)
Word, they got the
Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the of gab