Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (LP Version)

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

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

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

Now kids are whylin' so I ask the bad
Boogie bandit, the damage, gimme the estimate then
Pray tell me the revolution will begin?
I turn on my TV, I out Farrakhan on CNN see

I'm like the phantom that's like the bird do
And things you heard plus I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard acting kind of hard
And you got skin scarred when they was shootin' on the boulevard

(You got the vocab)
I got the
(Underground got the vocab)
You know we got the
(All my got the vocab)
Yeah, we got the
Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and you got the gift of gab

Then cast off from to Mexico
You see my four-five-six a-be my
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 believe me ask Freres
Freres Jacques, Jacques
A dorme vous? A vous?

out now when I choose to speak
I'm the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter
Knowledge is born, to all
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 kept in, nuff to the
DJ, be selectin', the type of record ah

(You got the vocab)
I got the
(The got the vocab)
You they got vocab
(Brooklyn got the vocab)
We got the
Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the of gab

Check it out, we go
in Eighty-three, no one wanted to be nappy
I turn on my TV, it's a for free
Kill the gimmick it's nonsense, no sense or value

A rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me
"Roxanne, you don't got to for money no more!" and
in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap
Way back when before guns 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 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 Cool J with Rock the Bells

See I'm the one for the crew, a Jew is a Jew
Like got the moon, like the men who got the blue
Like the Fu got the Manchu, got the Zulu
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
be-bop to bee-bee

(You got the vocab)
I got the
(Boogie got the vocab)
You know they got the
(Black got the vocab)
Word, we got the
Aiyyo peeps, the mic and show you got the gift of gab

(You got the vocab)
Yeah, we got the
(Queens got the vocab)
You know y'all got the
(Uptown got the vocab)
Yeah, got the vocab
Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and you got the gift of gab

(DC got the vocab)
Word, y'all got the
(Virginia got the vocab)
Aiyy, I y'all got the vocab
(Oakland got the vocab)
Word, got the vocab
Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and you got the gift of gab