Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (LP Version)

Yo, this is the Fugees, about to take you on a journey
Into the dimensions of The Booga Basement, The Basement,
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 about me while I'm driving Audi
I pay the fighting for my own soul
the bourgeoisie type of mental sucks like a flat comb

But I be baitin' the rebel base to distort the EQ
The devil's wishin' they could send me back to
Cause I've been wild I was a juvenile
Afro-centric profile, when righteous 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 will begin?
I on my TV, I check out Farrakhan on CNN see

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

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

Then cast off here 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 skills I manifest is tho-rough
And if you don't believe me ask Jacques
Freres Jacques, Freres
A vous? A dorme vous?

Watch out now I choose to speak
I'm forming the fly East to the Five Percenter
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 kept in, nuff to the
DJ, that be selectin', the type of ah

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I got the
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You they got vocab
(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, it's a dreadlock for
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
Back in the days I to listen to Kool G Rap
Way when before guns became gats and

used to ask Mary was she buggin'?
I loved P.E., they me conscious of what I was sayin'
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Teacher
Got within myself so it made me a Five

Say La-di-da-di, we to party but
My jam was BDP, with My
Say Flash, MC Melle 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 you don't stop
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop be-bop
From to bee-bee

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I got the
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You know they got the
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Word, we got the
Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and you got the gift of gab

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

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