Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (salaam's Remix)

Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees about to take you on a
Into the of The Booga Basement, The Basement, word
Hey yo, one two three, the crew is ReFugees
And if you fa tes the rap stylee
Stop the violence and just bring it on,

Hey yo I, feel of melancholy people think they really know me
I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving Audi
I pay the fighting for my own soul
'Cause the bourgeoisie type of mental sucks like a flat

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

Now kids are whylin' so I ask the bad
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, the estimate then
tell me when's the revolution 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 things you never plus I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard you're kind 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
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 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 don't believe me ask Jacques
Jacques, Freres Jacques
A vous? A dorme vous?

Watch out now I choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly 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
Forgive the rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin'
and, stopped 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 got vocab
(Brooklyn got the vocab)
We got the
Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and you got the gift of gab

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

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

Run-DMC used to ask was she buggin'?
I P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was sayin'
Afrika Bambaata, Righteous Teacher
Got within myself so it made me a Percenter

Say La-di-da-di, we like to but
My jam was BDP, with My
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 Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the
Like the Fu got the Manchu, got the Zulu
Hawaii got the

I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't
You do the from hip-hop through be-bop
From to bee-bee

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

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

(DC got the vocab)
Word, got the vocab
(Virginia got the vocab)
Aiyy, I know got the vocab
(Oakland got the vocab)
Word, they got the
Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and you got the gift of gab