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
the violence and just bring it on, wild

Hey yo I, feel of melancholy people think they really know me
I keep a about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi
I pay the toll for my own soul
'Cause the bourgeoisie 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 wild since I was a juvenile
Afro-centric profile, back righteous rap was your style

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

I'm like the that's flyin' like the bird do
And you never heard plus 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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You we got the vocab
(All my got the vocab)
Yeah, we got the
Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the of gab

Then cast off here to Mexico
You see my four-five-six my Celo
And when I rest my 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 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 first stone, if you 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, that be selectin', the of record ah

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You know got vocab
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We got the
Aiyyo grab the mic and show you got the gift 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 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 when before guns became gats and

Run-DMC to ask Mary was she buggin'?
I P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was sayin'
Afrika Bambaata, Righteous Teacher
Got myself so it made me a Five Percenter

Say La-di-da-di, we to party 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
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 through be-bop
From be-bop to

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You know they got the
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Word, we got the
Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the of gab

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