Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (LP Version)

Yo, this is the Fugees, about to take you on a journey
Into the 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 and just bring it on, wild

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

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

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

I'm like the phantom that's flyin' the bird do
And things you never heard plus I come from the
to God, I heard you're acting kind 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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Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the of gab

Then cast off here to Mexico
You see my a-be my Celo
And I rest 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 Freres
Freres Jacques, Jacques
A vous? A dorme vous?

Watch out now when I to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly to the Five Percenter
Knowledge is born, to all
Cast the first stone, if you feel you a sinner, ah

Say, our Father, who art in
Forgive the foolish for he not know how Fugee be steppin'
Correct and, and kept in, nuff respect to the
DJ, that be selectin', the of record ah

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We got the
Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the of gab

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

A rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me
"Roxanne, you got to work for money no more!" and
Back in the I used to listen to Kool G Rap
Way back before guns became gats and

Run-DMC used to ask Mary was she
I P.E., they kept 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, My Philosophy
Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Mel
Then LL Cool J came with Rock the

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 stop
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop be-bop
From to bee-bee

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

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

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