Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (salaam's Remix)

Yo, is the Fugees, refugees about 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 fa tes the rap stylee
Stop the and just bring it on, wild

Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really 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 sucks like a flat comb

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

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

I'm like the phantom that's flyin' the bird do
And things you never plus I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I 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 my head is on a pillow
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be,

You see the skills I manifest is tho-rough
And if you believe me ask Freres Jacques
Jacques, Freres Jacques
A dorme vous? A dorme

out now when I choose to speak
I'm the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter
is born, to all beginners
Cast the stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ah

Say, our Father, who art in
Forgive the foolish 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 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 wanted to be
I turn on my TV, it's a for free
Kill the it's nonsense, it's 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 days I used to to Kool G Rap
Way back when 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 Righteous
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 Flash, MC Melle Mel
Then LL J came with 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
Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the
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 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 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, sisters grab the mic and you got the gift of gab