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 is called 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 they know me
I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving Audi
I pay the fighting for my own soul
'Cause the bourgeoisie type of mental sucks like a comb

But I be baitin' the base to bass distort the EQ
The devil's 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 so I ask the bad black
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, the estimate then
Pray tell me when's the revolution will
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 heard plus I come the suburbs
Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of
And you got your skin scarred when they was 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
Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and you got the gift of gab

Then cast off from 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 skills I manifest is very
And if you don't believe me ask Jacques
Freres Jacques, Freres
A dorme vous? A vous?

out now when I choose to speak
I'm the cipher 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
Forgive the rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin'
Correct and, and kept 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

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 gimmick it's nonsense, no sense or value

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

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

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 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, got the Zulu
got the Honolulu

I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you stop
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop 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, 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 y'all got the
(Oakland got the vocab)
Word, got the vocab
Aiyyo, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab