Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (LP Version)

Yo, is the Fugees, refugees about to take you on a journey
Into the dimensions of The 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 people think they really know me
I keep a wrap about me while I'm daddy's Audi
I pay the fighting for my own soul
'Cause the bourgeoisie type of sucks like a flat comb

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

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

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

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You we got the vocab
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Yeah, we got the
Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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

out now when I choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five
is born, to all beginners
Cast the stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ah

Say, our Father, who art in
Forgive the foolish rapper for he not how Fugee be steppin'
and, stopped 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

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

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

Run-DMC used to ask Mary was she
I loved P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was
Afrika Bambaata, Righteous Teacher
Got within myself so it made me a Five

Say La-di-da-di, we like to but
My jam was BDP, My Philosophy
Say Flash, MC Melle Mel
Then LL Cool J 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
the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu
Hawaii got the

I got the rap lieu, so you don't stop
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop be-bop
be-bop 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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You know got the vocab
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Yeah, got the vocab
Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the 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, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab