Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (LP Version)

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

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

But I be baitin' the rebel base to distort the EQ
The devil's wishin' they could send me to Mogadishu
Cause I've been 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, the damage, gimme the estimate then
Pray tell me the revolution will 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 your scarred when they was shootin' on the boulevard

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I got the
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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 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 don't me ask Freres Jacques
Freres Jacques, Freres
A dorme vous? A dorme

Watch out now I choose 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 rapper for he not how Fugee be steppin'
Correct and, and kept in, nuff respect to the
DJ, that be selectin', the type of ah

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You know they got
(Brooklyn got the vocab)
We got the
Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and you got the gift of gab

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 told me
"Roxanne, you got to work for money no more!" and
Back in the days I used to listen to G Rap
Way back when before became gats and

used to ask Mary was she buggin'?
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 Flash, MC Melle 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 hip-hop through be-bop
From to bee-bee

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You know got the vocab
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Word, we got the
Aiyyo peeps, the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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

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Word, y'all got the
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Aiyy, I y'all got the vocab
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Word, got the vocab
Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and you got the gift of gab