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 fa tes the rap stylee
the violence and just bring it on, wild

Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think 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 type of sucks like a flat comb

But I be baitin' the rebel to bass distort the EQ
The devil's wishin' they could me back to Mogadishu
Cause I've been wild 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 estimate
Pray tell me when's the revolution will
I turn on my TV, I check out on CNN see

I'm like the phantom that's like the bird do
And things you never heard plus I from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard you're acting of hard
And you got your skin when they was shootin' on the boulevard

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Then cast off from to Mexico
You see my four-five-six my Celo
And when I 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 don't believe me ask Jacques
Jacques, Freres Jacques
A dorme vous? A vous?

Watch out now I choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five
Knowledge is born, to all
Cast the first stone, if you 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 in, nuff respect to the
DJ, that be selectin', the of record ah

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

A rapper, disaster, nobody ever me that
"Roxanne, you don't got to for money 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'
Bambaata, Poor Righteous 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 Flash, MC Melle Mel
LL Cool J came 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, Chaka got the
got the Honolulu

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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