Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (LP Version)

Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees about to you on a journey
Into the of The Booga 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 of melancholy people think they really know me
I a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi
I pay the fighting for my own soul
'Cause the bourgeoisie type of mental sucks a flat comb

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

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

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

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

Then cast off from here to
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 tho-rough
And if you don't believe me ask Jacques
Freres Jacques, Jacques
A dorme vous? A vous?

Watch out now when I to speak
I'm forming the fly East to the Five Percenter
Knowledge is born, to all
the first 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'
Correct and, stopped and kept in, respect to the
DJ, be selectin', the type of record ah

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We got the
Clef grab 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 for free
Kill the it's nonsense, it's no sense or value

A rapper, disaster, nobody ever 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 when before guns became gats and

Run-DMC used to ask 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 like to but
My jam was BDP, with My
Say Flash, MC Melle Mel
Then LL J came with 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, Chaka got the
Hawaii got the

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

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

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