Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (hip-hop Remix)

Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees about to you on a journey
Into the of The Booga 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 just bring it on,

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

But I be baitin' the rebel to bass 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 your

Now are whylin' so I ask the bad black
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the then
Pray me when's 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 never heard I come from the suburbs
to God, I heard you're 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 we got the vocab
(All my got the vocab)
Yeah, we got the
Aiyyo Praz, the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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

Watch out now when I choose to
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Percenter
is born, to all beginners
Cast the stone, if you feel 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, 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
Aiyyo grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

it out, here we go
Back in Eighty-three, no one wanted to be
I on my TV, it's a dreadlock for free
Kill the it's nonsense, it's no sense or value

A rapper, disaster, nobody ever me that
"Roxanne, you don't got to work for no more!" and
Back in the days I used to listen to G Rap
Way back when guns became gats and

Run-DMC used to ask was she buggin'?
I P.E., they kept 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 to party but
My jam was BDP, with My
Say Flash, MC Melle Mel
Then LL J came with Rock 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
Like the Fu got the Manchu, got the Zulu
got the Honolulu

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