Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (hip-hop Remix)

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

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

But I be baitin' the rebel base to distort the EQ
The devil's wishin' they could send me to Mogadishu
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 then
Pray tell me when's the revolution begin?
I turn on my TV, I check out on CNN see

I'm like the phantom that's flyin' the bird do
And things you never plus I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard acting kind of hard
And you got skin scarred 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 show you got the of gab

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

Watch out now when I to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five
is born, to all beginners
Cast the first stone, if you feel you a sinner, ah

Say, our Father, who art in
the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin'
Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff to the
DJ, that be selectin', the 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
Clef grab 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 on my TV, it's a dreadlock for free
Kill the gimmick 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 days I used to listen to G Rap
Way back before guns became gats and

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

Say La-di-da-di, we to party 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 you don't stop
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through
be-bop to bee-bee

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

(You got the vocab)
Yeah, we got the
(Queens got the vocab)
You know 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 got the vocab
(Oakland got the vocab)
Word, they got the
Aiyyo, sisters the mic and show you got the gift of gab