Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (LP Version)

Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees to take you on a journey
Into the dimensions of The Basement, The Basement, word
Hey yo, one two three, the crew is 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 really know me
I keep a wrap about me while I'm daddy's Audi
I pay the toll for my own soul
'Cause the bourgeoisie type of mental sucks like a flat

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

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

I'm the phantom that's flyin' like the bird do
And things you never heard 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

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I got the
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You know we got the
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Yeah, we got the
Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the of gab

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

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

out now when I choose to speak
I'm forming the fly East to the Five Percenter
is born, to all beginners
Cast the first stone, if you feel you a sinner, ah

Say, our Father, who art in
Forgive the foolish 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

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You know they got
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We got the
Aiyyo Clef the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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

A rapper, disaster, nobody told me that
"Roxanne, you don't got to for money no more!" and
Back in the days I to listen to Kool G Rap
Way back when guns became gats and

used to ask Mary was she buggin'?
I loved P.E., they me conscious of what I was sayin'
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous
Got within myself so it made me a Percenter

Say La-di-da-di, we to party but
My jam was BDP, with My
Say Flash, MC Melle Mel
LL Cool 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
Like the Fu got the Manchu, got the Zulu
got the Honolulu

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

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

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

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Word, y'all got the
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Aiyy, I know got the vocab
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Word, they got the
Aiyyo, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab