Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (hip-hop Remix)

Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees about to take you on a
the dimensions 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 it on, wild

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

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

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 will
I turn on my TV, I out Farrakhan on CNN see

I'm like the that's flyin' like the bird do
And things you never plus I come from the suburbs
to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard
And you got skin scarred when 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, grab the mic and you got the gift of gab

Then cast off from here to
You see my four-five-six a-be my
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?

out now when I choose to speak
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
Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be
and, stopped 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 know got vocab
(Brooklyn got the vocab)
We got the
Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the of gab

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

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 before became gats and

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

Say La-di-da-di, we to party but
My jam was BDP, with My
Say Flash, MC Melle Mel
Then LL Cool J came with 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
got the Honolulu

I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you stop
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop be-bop
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
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 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, they got the
Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the of gab