Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (salaam's Remix)

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

Hey yo I, feel kind of people think they really know me
I keep a wrap about me 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 the rebel base to bass distort the EQ
The devil's they could send me back to Mogadishu
Cause been wild since I was a juvenile
Afro-centric profile, back when rap was your style

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

I'm like the phantom flyin' like the bird do
And things you never plus I come from the suburbs
to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard
And you got your skin scarred when they was 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 off from 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 very
And if you don't believe me ask Jacques
Freres Jacques, Jacques
A vous? A dorme vous?

out now when I choose to speak
I'm forming the 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
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 type of ah

(You got the vocab)
I got the
(The got the vocab)
You know they got
(Brooklyn got the vocab)
We got the
Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the 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
the gimmick it's nonsense, it's no sense or value

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

Run-DMC to ask Mary was she buggin'?
I loved P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Teacher
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 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, Chaka got the
Hawaii got the

I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through
be-bop 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 know y'all got the
(Uptown got the vocab)
Yeah, they got the
Aiyyo, grab the mic and show you got the gift 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, got the vocab
Aiyyo, sisters the mic and show you got the gift of gab