Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (hip-hop Remix)

Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees to take 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 bring it on, wild

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

But I be the rebel base to bass distort the EQ
The devil's wishin' could send me back to Mogadishu
Cause 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, what's the damage, gimme the estimate
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 heard I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard you're kind of hard
And you got your 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 here to Mexico
You see my four-five-six my Celo
And when I 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 me ask Freres Jacques
Freres Jacques, Freres
A dorme vous? A dorme

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

Say, our Father, who art in
Forgive the foolish for he not know 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 they got vocab
(Brooklyn got the vocab)
We got the
Aiyyo grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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

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

Run-DMC used to ask Mary was she
I loved P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was
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 with Rock the Bells

See I'm the one for the crew, a Jew is a Jew
Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the
Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the
got the Honolulu

I got the rap lieu, so you don't 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 they got the
(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 y'all got the
(Uptown got the vocab)
Yeah, got the vocab
Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the of gab

(DC got the vocab)
Word, got the vocab
(Virginia got the vocab)
Aiyy, I know y'all got the
(Oakland got the vocab)
Word, got the vocab
Aiyyo, sisters the mic and show you got the gift of gab