Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (hip-hop Remix)

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

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

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

Now kids are whylin' so I ask the bad
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate
Pray tell me when's the revolution begin?
I turn on my TV, I out Farrakhan on CNN see

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

cast off from here to Mexico
You see my four-five-six my Celo
And when I rest my is on a pillow
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be,

You see the skills I manifest is very
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
Cast the first stone, if you you ain't a sinner, ah

Say, our Father, who art in
Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how be steppin'
Correct and, and kept in, nuff respect to the
DJ, that be selectin', the of record ah

(You got the vocab)
I got the
(The got the vocab)
You they got vocab
(Brooklyn got the vocab)
We got the
Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the of gab

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

A rapper, disaster, nobody told me that
"Roxanne, you don't got to 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 to ask Mary was she buggin'?
I loved P.E., they kept me conscious of I was sayin'
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Teacher
Got within myself so it made me a Five

Say La-di-da-di, we to party but
My jam was BDP, My Philosophy
Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Mel
Then LL J came with 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
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 through be-bop
be-bop to bee-bee

(You got the vocab)
I got the
(Boogie got the vocab)
You know 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 y'all got the
(Uptown got the vocab)
Yeah, they got the
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 know got the vocab
(Oakland got the vocab)
Word, got the vocab
Aiyyo, sisters the mic and show you got the gift of gab