Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (hip-hop Remix)

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

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

But I be the rebel base to bass distort the EQ
The devil's wishin' they could 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
bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then
Pray tell me 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 you never heard plus I come 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, grab the mic and you got the gift of gab

Then cast off from here to
You see my a-be 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 tho-rough
And if you don't me ask Freres Jacques
Freres Jacques, Jacques
A dorme vous? A vous?

Watch out now when I 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
the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin'
Correct and, stopped and kept in, respect to the
DJ, that be selectin', the type of 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 to be nappy
I on my TV, it's a dreadlock for free
Kill the gimmick it's nonsense, it's no sense or

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

Run-DMC used to ask Mary was she
I loved P.E., they kept me conscious of I was sayin'
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous
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
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, got the Zulu
Hawaii got the

I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't
You do the rock-rock hip-hop through be-bop
From 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, y'all got the
(Virginia got the vocab)
Aiyy, I y'all got the vocab
(Oakland got the vocab)
Word, they got the
Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the of gab