Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (LP Version)

Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees about to you on a journey
Into the dimensions of The Basement, The Basement, word
Hey yo, one two three, the is called ReFugees
And if you come fa tes the rap
Stop the and just bring it on, wild

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

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

Now are whylin' so I ask the bad black
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, the estimate then
Pray tell me when's the 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 I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I you're acting kind of hard
And you got your skin scarred when was shootin' on the boulevard

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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 my head is on a pillow
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be,

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

Watch out now when I to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five
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 in, nuff respect to the
DJ, that be selectin', the of record ah

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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, it's a for free
Kill the 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
Back in the I used to listen to Kool G Rap
Way back when before guns became and

used to ask Mary was she buggin'?
I loved P.E., they kept me conscious of 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, My Philosophy
Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Mel
Then LL Cool J 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, Chaka got the
got the Honolulu

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

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

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

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