Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (salaam's Remix)

Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees to take you on a journey
the dimensions of The Booga Basement, The Basement, word
Hey yo, one two three, the crew is ReFugees
And if you come fa tes the rap
Stop the violence and bring it on, wild

Hey yo I, kind of melancholy people think they really know me
I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving Audi
I pay the fighting for my own soul
'Cause the type of mental sucks like a flat 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
profile, back when righteous rap was your style

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

I'm like the phantom that's like the bird do
And things you never heard plus I come the suburbs
Word to God, I heard you're kind of hard
And you got skin scarred 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
Aiyyo Praz, the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Then cast off from here to
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 is very tho-rough
And if you don't believe me ask Jacques
Freres Jacques, Jacques
A vous? A dorme vous?

out now when I choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five
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 foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be
Correct and, and kept in, nuff respect to the
DJ, that be selectin', the type of 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

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

A rapper, disaster, nobody ever me that
"Roxanne, you don't got to work for no more!" and
Back in the 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'
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous
Got within myself so it me a Five Percenter

Say La-di-da-di, we to party but
My jam was BDP, with My
Say Flash, MC Melle Mel
Then LL Cool J came Rock the Bells

See I'm the one for the crew, a Jew is a Jew
Like got the moon, like 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 hip-hop through be-bop
From be-bop to

(You got the vocab)
I got the
(Boogie got the vocab)
You know they got the
(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 y'all got the
(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, 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 you got the gift of gab