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 ReFugees
And if you fa tes the rap stylee
Stop the violence and just bring it on,

Hey yo I, feel kind of people think they 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 like a flat

But I be baitin' the rebel to bass distort the EQ
The devil's wishin' they could send me back to
Cause I've 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, the estimate then
Pray tell me when's the revolution begin?
I on my TV, I check out Farrakhan on CNN see

I'm like the phantom that's flyin' the bird do
And you never heard plus I come from the suburbs
to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard
And you got your scarred when 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, grab the mic and show you got the of gab

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 very
And if you believe me ask Freres Jacques
Freres Jacques, Freres
A dorme vous? A dorme

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

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

Check it out, we go
Back in Eighty-three, no one wanted to be
I on my TV, it's a dreadlock for free
Kill the gimmick 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 I used to listen to Kool G Rap
Way back before guns became gats and

Run-DMC to ask Mary was she buggin'?
I P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was sayin'
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Teacher
Got within myself so it me a Five Percenter

Say La-di-da-di, we to party but
My jam was BDP, with My
Say Flash, MC Melle Mel
LL Cool J came 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, got the Zulu
got the Honolulu

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

(You got the vocab)
I got the
(Boogie got the vocab)
You know got the vocab
(Black got the vocab)
Word, we got the
Aiyyo peeps, the mic and show you got the gift 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, y'all got the
(Virginia got the vocab)
Aiyy, I know y'all got the
(Oakland got the vocab)
Word, they got the
Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and you got the gift of gab