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 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 just it on, wild

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

But I be the rebel base to bass distort the EQ
The devil's they could send me back to Mogadishu
Cause I've wild since I was a juvenile
profile, back when righteous rap was your style

Now are whylin' so I ask the bad black
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, the estimate then
Pray me when's 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 things you heard plus I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I you're acting kind of hard
And you got your skin scarred when 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 from to Mexico
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 I manifest is very tho-rough
And if you believe me ask Freres Jacques
Jacques, Freres Jacques
A vous? A dorme vous?

Watch out now I choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly 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 rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin'
Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff to the
DJ, that be selectin', the 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 grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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

A rapper, disaster, ever told me that
"Roxanne, you got to work for money no more!" and
Back in the days I used to listen to G Rap
Way back when before 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 to party but
My jam was BDP, My Philosophy
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, 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 stop
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through
From be-bop to

(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 y'all got the
(Uptown got the vocab)
Yeah, got the vocab
Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and you got the gift of gab

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