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

Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people they really know me
I a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi
I pay the toll fighting for my own
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 to Mogadishu
Cause I've been since I was a juvenile
Afro-centric profile, when righteous rap was your style

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

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

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Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and you got the gift of gab

cast off from here to Mexico
You see my four-five-six a-be my
And when I rest my 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 me ask Freres Jacques
Jacques, Freres Jacques
A dorme A dorme vous?

Watch out now when I to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Percenter
Knowledge is born, to all
Cast the stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ah

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

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

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

A rapper, disaster, nobody told me that
"Roxanne, you don't got to work for no more!" and
in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap
Way back before 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 Teacher
Got within myself so it made me a Percenter

Say La-di-da-di, we like to but
My jam was BDP, with My
Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Mel
Then LL Cool J came Rock the Bells

See I'm the one for the crew, a Jew is a Jew
Apollo got the moon, like 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 from hip-hop through be-bop
From be-bop to

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Aiyyo, bros the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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