Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (hip-hop Remix)

Yo, this is the Fugees, about 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 think they really know me
I keep a about me while I'm driving 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 wishin' they could send me back to Mogadishu
Cause I've been wild since I was a
Afro-centric profile, back when rap was your style

Now kids are so I ask the bad black
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the then
Pray tell me when's the revolution begin?
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 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 shootin' on the

(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 when I rest my head is on a
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, Freres
A dorme vous? A vous?

Watch out now when I to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Percenter
is born, to all beginners
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, 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 got vocab
(Brooklyn got the vocab)
We got the
Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and you got the gift of gab

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

A rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me
"Roxanne, you got to work for money no more!" and
Back in the days I used to listen to G Rap
Way back when guns became gats and

Run-DMC to ask Mary was she buggin'?
I P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was sayin'
Afrika Bambaata, Righteous Teacher
Got within myself so it me a Five Percenter

Say La-di-da-di, we to party but
My jam was BDP, My Philosophy
Say Flash, MC Melle Mel
Then LL 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
the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu
Hawaii got the

I got the rap lieu, so you don't stop
You do the rock-rock hip-hop through be-bop
From be-bop to

(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 y'all 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 know got the vocab
(Oakland got the vocab)
Word, got the vocab
Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the of gab