Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (hip-hop Remix)

Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees about to you on a journey
Into the dimensions of The Booga Basement, The Basement,
Hey yo, one two three, the is called ReFugees
And if you fa tes the rap stylee
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 like a flat comb

But I be baitin' the base to bass distort the EQ
The devil's they could send me back to Mogadishu
Cause I've been wild since I was a
Afro-centric profile, back righteous rap was your style

Now kids are whylin' so I ask the bad
bandit, what's 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 the phantom that's flyin' like the bird do
And things you never plus I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard you're 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
Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Then cast off from here to
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 is very tho-rough
And if you believe me ask Freres Jacques
Jacques, Freres Jacques
A vous? A dorme vous?

Watch out now when I to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Percenter
is born, to all beginners
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 know how Fugee be
Correct and, stopped and in, nuff respect to the
DJ, that be selectin', the type of 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 to be nappy
I turn on my TV, it's a for free
Kill the gimmick it's nonsense, no sense or value

A rapper, disaster, nobody ever me that
"Roxanne, you got to work for money no more!" and
in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap
Way when before guns became gats and

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

Say La-di-da-di, we like to 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
Like Apollo got the moon, the men who got the blue
Like the Fu got the Manchu, got the Zulu
Hawaii got the

I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you stop
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop be-bop
be-bop 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
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 y'all got the
(Uptown got the vocab)
Yeah, got the vocab
Aiyyo, bros the mic and show 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, they got the
Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the of gab