Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (salaam's Remix)

Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees about to 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 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 a wrap about me while 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 baitin' the rebel base to bass the EQ
The wishin' they could send me back to Mogadishu
Cause I've been wild I was a juvenile
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
tell me when's the revolution will begin?
I turn on my TV, I out Farrakhan on CNN see

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

(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
Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the of gab

cast off from here to Mexico
You see my a-be my Celo
And when I rest my 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 vous? A dorme vous?

Watch out now 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 you ain't a sinner, ah

Say, our Father, who art in
Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be
Correct and, stopped and kept in, respect to the
DJ, be selectin', the type of record ah

(You got the vocab)
I got the
(The got the vocab)
You they got vocab
(Brooklyn got the vocab)
We got the
Aiyyo Clef the mic and show you got the gift of gab

it out, here 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 work for no more!" and
Back in the days I used to listen to G Rap
Way back before guns became gats and

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

Say La-di-da-di, we to party but
My jam was BDP, My Philosophy
Say Grandmaster Flash, MC 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, like the men who got the
Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the
Hawaii got the

I got the rap lieu, so you don't stop
You do the from hip-hop through be-bop
From 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
peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift 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 know got the vocab
(Oakland got the vocab)
Word, they got the
Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the of gab