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 bring it on,

Hey yo I, kind 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 bourgeoisie of mental sucks like a flat comb

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

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 heard plus I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of
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, grab the mic and 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 manifest is tho-rough
And if you believe me ask Freres Jacques
Freres Jacques, Freres
A dorme A dorme vous?

Watch out now I choose to speak
I'm the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter
Knowledge is born, to all
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 know how Fugee be
Correct and, stopped and kept in, respect to the
DJ, that be selectin', the 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 wanted to be
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 told me
"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 was she buggin'?
I loved P.E., kept me conscious of what I was sayin'
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Teacher
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 Grandmaster Flash, MC Mel
Then LL Cool J came 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
the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu
Hawaii got the

I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through
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
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, 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 grab the mic and you got the gift of gab