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 crew is called
And if you come fa tes the rap
Stop the violence and bring it on, wild

Hey yo I, feel kind of people think they really know me
I keep a wrap about me while I'm daddy's Audi
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' they could me back to Mogadishu
I've been wild since I was a juvenile
Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your

Now kids are whylin' so I ask the bad
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, 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 plus I come from the
Word to God, I 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 we got the vocab
(All my got the vocab)
Yeah, we got the
Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Then cast off here to Mexico
You see my four-five-six my Celo
And I rest my head is on a pillow
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be,

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

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

Say, our Father, who art in
Forgive the foolish for he not know how Fugee be steppin'
Correct and, stopped and 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
Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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

A rapper, disaster, nobody ever me that
"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 Mary was she
I loved P.E., they kept me conscious of 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, 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
the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka 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 be-bop to

(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 show you got the 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 grab the mic and you got the gift of gab

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