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 fa tes the rap stylee
Stop the violence and just it on, wild

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

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

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

I'm like the phantom flyin' like the bird do
And things you never plus I come from the suburbs
to God, I heard you're acting 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 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 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 skills I manifest is very
And if you believe me ask Freres Jacques
Freres Jacques, Jacques
A dorme A dorme vous?

out now when I choose to speak
I'm forming the fly East to the Five Percenter
Knowledge is born, to all
the first stone, if you feel you ain't 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 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 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 for money no more!" and
in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap
Way when before guns became gats and

Run-DMC used to ask Mary was she
I loved P.E., kept me conscious of what I was sayin'
Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher
Got within myself so it 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 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 stop
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop be-bop
From to bee-bee

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

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