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
the violence and just bring it on, wild

Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy think they really know me
I keep a wrap 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 baitin' the rebel base to distort the EQ
The devil's they could send me back to Mogadishu
I've been wild since I was a juvenile
Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was style

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

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

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

Then cast off from to Mexico
You see my a-be my Celo
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 believe me ask Jacques
Freres Jacques, Jacques
A dorme A dorme vous?

Watch out now when I choose to
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Percenter
Knowledge is born, to all
Cast the first stone, if you 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, nuff 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 Clef the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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

A rapper, disaster, nobody told me that
"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 before became gats and

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

Say La-di-da-di, we like to but
My jam was BDP, with My
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, the men who got the blue
the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu
Hawaii got the

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

(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, grab the mic and show you got the of gab

(You got the vocab)
Yeah, we got the
(Queens got the vocab)
You know got the vocab
(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, y'all got the
(Virginia got the vocab)
Aiyy, I know y'all got the
(Oakland got the vocab)
Word, got the vocab
Aiyyo, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab