Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (salaam's Remix)

Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees to take you on a journey
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 bring it on, wild

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

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

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

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

(You got the vocab)
I got the
(Underground got the vocab)
You we got the vocab
(All my got the vocab)
Yeah, we got the
Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Then cast off from here to
You see my a-be 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 don't believe me ask Freres
Jacques, Freres Jacques
A dorme vous? A vous?

Watch out now 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 rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin'
Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff 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
Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Check it out, we go
in Eighty-three, no one wanted to be nappy
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 told me that
"Roxanne, you got to work for money no more!" and
in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap
Way back when 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 made me a Five

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

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
be-bop 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
Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and 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 y'all got the vocab
(Oakland got the vocab)
Word, they got the
Aiyyo, sisters the mic and show you got the gift of gab