Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (salaam's Remix)

Yo, is the Fugees, refugees about to take you on a journey
Into the dimensions of The 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 it on, wild

Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think really know me
I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's
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 distort the EQ
The devil's wishin' could 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, gimme the estimate
Pray tell me when's the will begin?
I on my TV, I check out Farrakhan on CNN see

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

(You got the vocab)
I got the
(Underground got the vocab)
You know we got the
(All my got the vocab)
Yeah, we got the
Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Then cast off from here to
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 dorme vous? A vous?

out now when I choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five
is born, to all beginners
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 know how 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
Clef grab the mic and show 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, a dreadlock for free
Kill the 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 listen to G Rap
Way back when before guns gats and

used to ask Mary was she buggin'?
I loved P.E., they me conscious of what I was sayin'
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Teacher
Got within so it made me a Five Percenter

Say La-di-da-di, we like to but
My jam was BDP, My Philosophy
Say Grandmaster Flash, MC 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, the men who got the blue
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 hip-hop be-bop
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, grab the mic and show you got the 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 y'all got the vocab
(Oakland got the vocab)
Word, they got the
Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and you got the gift of gab