Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (LP Version)

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 is called ReFugees
And if you come fa tes the rap
Stop the violence and just it on, wild

Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they know 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 like a flat comb

But I be baitin' the rebel base to 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 kids are whylin' so I ask the bad
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate
Pray me when's the revolution will begin?
I on my TV, I check out Farrakhan on CNN see

I'm like the phantom flyin' like the bird do
And things you never plus I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I you're acting kind of hard
And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin' on the

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You know we got the
(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 head is on a
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be,

You see the I manifest is very tho-rough
And if you don't believe me ask Freres
Jacques, Freres Jacques
A dorme A dorme vous?

Watch out now I choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly to the Five 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, stopped and kept in, respect to the
DJ, that be selectin', the of record ah

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

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

A rapper, disaster, nobody ever me that
"Roxanne, you got to work for money no more!" and
Back in the 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., kept me conscious of what I was sayin'
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Teacher
Got within myself so it made me a Five

Say La-di-da-di, we like to but
My jam was BDP, with My
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, like the men who got the
Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the
got the Honolulu

I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop be-bop
be-bop to bee-bee

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You know they got the
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Word, we got the
Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and you got the gift of gab

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You know y'all got the
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Yeah, they got the
Aiyyo, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

(DC got the vocab)
Word, got the vocab
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Aiyy, I know got the vocab
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Word, they got the
Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and you got the gift of gab