Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (hip-hop Remix)

Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees about to take you on a
Into the dimensions of The Basement, The Basement, word
Hey yo, one two three, the crew is called
And if you fa tes the rap stylee
Stop the violence and just bring it on,

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

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

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

I'm like the phantom that's flyin' like the do
And things you never heard plus I from the suburbs
Word to God, I you're acting kind 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 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

Then off from here to Mexico
You see my four-five-six my Celo
And I rest my head is on a pillow
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be,

You see the skills I manifest is very
And if you believe me ask Freres Jacques
Freres Jacques, Jacques
A dorme vous? A dorme

out now when I choose to speak
I'm the cipher fly East to the Five 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 for he not know how Fugee be steppin'
Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff to the
DJ, be selectin', the type 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
Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the of gab

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

A rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me
"Roxanne, you don't got to for money no more!" and
Back in the I used to listen to Kool G Rap
Way back when 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 so it made me a Five Percenter

Say La-di-da-di, we like to but
My jam was BDP, My Philosophy
Say Flash, MC Melle Mel
LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells

See I'm the one for the crew, a Jew is a Jew
Like 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 skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't
You do the rock-rock from through be-bop
From to bee-bee

(You got the vocab)
I got the
(Boogie got the vocab)
You they got the vocab
(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 got the vocab
(Uptown got the vocab)
Yeah, they got the
Aiyyo, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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