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

Hey yo I, feel of melancholy people think they really know 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 the rebel base to bass distort the EQ
The devil's wishin' they send me back to Mogadishu
I've been wild since I was a juvenile
Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your

Now kids are whylin' so I ask the bad
Boogie bandit, the damage, gimme the estimate then
Pray me when's the revolution will begin?
I turn on my TV, I check out on CNN see

I'm like the phantom flyin' like the bird do
And things you never heard plus I come from the
Word to God, I heard you're acting of hard
And you got your skin scarred when they was 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, the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Then cast off here to Mexico
You see my four-five-six a-be my
And when I rest my head is on a
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
Freres Jacques, Freres
A vous? A dorme vous?

Watch out now I choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five
is born, to all beginners
Cast the first stone, if you you ain't a sinner, ah

Say, our Father, who art in
the foolish rapper for he not know 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
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 on my TV, it's a dreadlock for free
Kill the gimmick it's nonsense, it's no sense or

A rapper, disaster, ever 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

used to ask Mary was she buggin'?
I loved P.E., they kept me conscious of 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, 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
Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue
Like the Fu got the Manchu, got the Zulu
Hawaii got the

I got the rap lieu, so you don't stop
You do the from hip-hop through be-bop
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
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, 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 y'all got the vocab
(Oakland got the vocab)
Word, they got the
Aiyyo, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab