Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (LP Version)

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

Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy think they really know me
I keep a wrap about me 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 base to bass the EQ
The devil's wishin' they could send me back to
Cause been wild since I was a juvenile
Afro-centric profile, when righteous rap was your style

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Run-DMC used to ask was she buggin'?
I loved P.E., kept me conscious of what I was sayin'
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Teacher
Got within so it made 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 came Rock the Bells

See I'm the one for the crew, a Jew is a Jew
Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the
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 through be-bop
be-bop to bee-bee

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

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

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