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 called
And if you fa tes the rap stylee
Stop the violence and just bring it on,

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

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

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

I'm like the phantom that's like the bird do
And things you never heard plus I from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of
And you got your skin scarred when 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

Then cast off from here to
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 don't believe me ask Freres
Freres Jacques, Jacques
A dorme vous? A vous?

Watch out now when I choose to
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five
Knowledge is born, to all
the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ah

Say, our Father, who art in
the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin'
Correct and, and kept 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
Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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

A rapper, disaster, ever told me that
"Roxanne, you got to work for money no more!" and
in the days I used to listen to Kool 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 myself so it made me a Five Percenter

Say La-di-da-di, we to party but
My jam was BDP, My Philosophy
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
the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu
Hawaii got the

I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you stop
You do the rock-rock from through 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 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, grab 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 y'all got the vocab
(Oakland got the vocab)
Word, got the vocab
Aiyyo, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab