Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (salaam's Remix)

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

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

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

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

I'm like the phantom that's flyin' like the 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 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, the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Then off from 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 is very tho-rough
And if you believe me ask Freres Jacques
Freres Jacques, Freres
A vous? A dorme 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 first stone, if you feel you a sinner, ah

Say, our Father, who art in
the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin'
Correct and, stopped and in, nuff respect to the
DJ, that be selectin', the of record 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

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

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

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

Say La-di-da-di, we like to but
My jam was BDP, with My
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, like the men who got the
Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the
got the Honolulu

I got the rap lieu, so you don't 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 y'all got the vocab
(Uptown got the vocab)
Yeah, they got the
Aiyyo, bros the mic and show 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