Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (LP Version)

Yo, is the Fugees, refugees about to take 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 violence and bring it on, wild

Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really me
I keep a wrap about me 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 base to bass distort the EQ
The devil's wishin' 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, gimme the estimate
tell 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 come the suburbs
Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of
And you got your skin scarred when they was on the boulevard

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You we got the vocab
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Yeah, we got the
Aiyyo Praz, the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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

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

Watch out now when I choose to
I'm forming the cipher fly 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
the foolish 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
Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the of gab

Check it out, we go
Back in Eighty-three, no one wanted to be
I turn on my TV, a dreadlock for free
Kill the gimmick it's nonsense, 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 days I used to to Kool G Rap
Way back when guns became gats and

Run-DMC used to ask was she buggin'?
I loved P.E., they kept me of what I was sayin'
Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher
Got within so it made me a Five Percenter

Say La-di-da-di, we like to but
My jam was BDP, with My
Say Grandmaster Flash, MC 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, 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
From be-bop to

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

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You y'all got the vocab
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Yeah, they got the
Aiyyo, bros the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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