Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (salaam's Remix)

Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees about to 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 of melancholy people think they really know me
I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving Audi
I pay the toll for my own soul
the bourgeoisie type of mental sucks like 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 been wild since I was a
profile, back when righteous rap was your style

Now are whylin' so I ask the bad black
Boogie bandit, the damage, gimme the estimate then
Pray 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 heard I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard you're acting of hard
And you got your scarred when 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 off from here to Mexico
You see my four-five-six 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 tho-rough
And if you don't believe me ask Freres
Jacques, Freres Jacques
A dorme A dorme vous?

out now when I choose to speak
I'm the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter
Knowledge is born, to all
Cast the first stone, if you feel you a sinner, ah

Say, our Father, who art in
Forgive the rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin'
Correct and, stopped and kept in, respect 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 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
Kill the gimmick it's nonsense, it's no or value

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

Run-DMC to ask Mary was she buggin'?
I loved P.E., they me conscious of what I was sayin'
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous
Got myself so it made me a Five Percenter

Say La-di-da-di, we like to but
My jam was BDP, with My
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 Apollo got the moon, 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 hip-hop through be-bop
From to bee-bee

(You got the vocab)
I got the
(Boogie got the vocab)
You know they got the
(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 y'all got the
(Uptown got the vocab)
Yeah, they got the
Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and you got the gift of gab

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