Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (hip-hop Remix)

Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees about to take you on a
Into the dimensions of The 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 just it on, wild

Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they know me
I keep a wrap about me I'm driving daddy's Audi
I pay the fighting for my own soul
'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 send me back to Mogadishu
Cause I've been wild I was a juvenile
Afro-centric profile, back when rap was your style

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

I'm like the phantom that's flyin' like the do
And things you never heard plus I from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of
And you got skin 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

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

Watch out now when I choose to
I'm forming the cipher fly to the Five Percenter
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 for he not know how Fugee be steppin'
Correct and, stopped and 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
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 turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for
Kill the gimmick it's nonsense, 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 when before became gats and

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

Say La-di-da-di, we to party 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, Chaka got the
got the Honolulu

I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you stop
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop 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, the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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

(DC got the vocab)
Word, got the vocab
(Virginia got the vocab)
Aiyy, I know got the vocab
(Oakland got the vocab)
Word, got the vocab
Aiyyo, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab