Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (LP Version)

Yo, this is the Fugees, about to take you on a journey
Into the dimensions of The Booga Basement, The Basement,
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 a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi
I pay the fighting for my own soul
the bourgeoisie type of mental sucks like a flat comb

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

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

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

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You know we got the
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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 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 believe me ask Freres Jacques
Jacques, Freres Jacques
A dorme vous? A dorme

Watch out now when I to speak
I'm forming the fly East 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
Forgive the rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin'
and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the
DJ, that be selectin', the of record ah

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You they got vocab
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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 to be nappy
I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for
Kill the gimmick it's nonsense, no sense or value

A rapper, disaster, ever told me that
"Roxanne, you don't got to work for 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 kept me conscious of what I was
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous
Got within so it made me a Five Percenter

Say La-di-da-di, we like to but
My jam was BDP, My Philosophy
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
the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu
Hawaii got the

I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you stop
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through
be-bop to bee-bee

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Word, we got the
Aiyyo peeps, the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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Yeah, they got the
Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the of gab

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