Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (salaam's Remix)

Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees about to take you on a
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 and just bring it on, wild

Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think 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 sucks a flat comb

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

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

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

(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
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 rest my head is on a
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be,

You see the I manifest is very tho-rough
And if you don't believe me ask Freres
Jacques, Freres Jacques
A dorme A dorme 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 stone, if you feel 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

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

it out, here 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, ever told me that
"Roxanne, you don't got to work for no more!" and
in the days I used 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 Righteous
Got within myself so it me a Five Percenter

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
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
From to bee-bee

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

(You got the vocab)
Yeah, we got the
(Queens got the vocab)
You know got the vocab
(Uptown got the vocab)
Yeah, they got the
Aiyyo, bros 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, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab