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 crew is ReFugees
And if you come fa tes the rap
Stop the violence and just it on, wild

Hey yo I, feel of melancholy people think they 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 mental sucks like a flat

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

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

I'm the phantom that's flyin' like the bird do
And things you heard plus I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard acting kind of hard
And you got your scarred when they was shootin' on the boulevard

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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 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 very
And if you don't believe me ask Jacques
Jacques, Freres Jacques
A dorme vous? A dorme

Watch out now when I to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Percenter
is born, to all beginners
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, stopped and kept in, nuff to the
DJ, be selectin', the type of record ah

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We got the
Aiyyo Clef the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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

A rapper, disaster, nobody told me that
"Roxanne, you don't got to work for no more!" and
Back in the days I used to to Kool G Rap
Way back before guns became gats and

used to ask Mary was she buggin'?
I loved P.E., they kept me conscious of I was sayin'
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 Grandmaster Flash, MC Mel
Then LL 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 don't
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through
From be-bop to

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

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Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the of gab

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