Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (LP Version)

Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees 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 come fa tes the rap
Stop the violence and just it on, wild

Hey yo I, kind 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
the bourgeoisie type of mental sucks like a flat comb

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

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

I'm like the phantom that's like the bird do
And things you never heard plus I from the suburbs
to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard
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 off from here to Mexico
You see my four-five-six my Celo
And I rest my head is on a pillow
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be,

You see the skills I is very tho-rough
And if you believe me ask Freres Jacques
Freres Jacques, Freres
A vous? A dorme vous?

Watch out now when I to speak
I'm the cipher fly East 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, and kept in, nuff respect to the
DJ, be selectin', the type of record ah

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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 on my TV, it's a dreadlock for free
Kill the gimmick it's nonsense, it's no or value

A rapper, disaster, ever told me that
"Roxanne, you don't got to work for no more!" and
Back in the days I used to listen to G Rap
Way when before guns became gats and

Run-DMC used to ask Mary was she
I loved P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Teacher
Got within myself so it made me a 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
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 you don't stop
You do the rock-rock hip-hop through be-bop
From to bee-bee

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You know they got the
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Word, we got the
peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift 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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Aiyy, I y'all got the vocab
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