Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (salaam's Remix)

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

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

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

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

I'm like the phantom that's like the bird do
And things you never heard plus I from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard you're kind of hard
And you got your skin scarred when 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 when I rest my head is on a
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, Freres
A vous? A dorme vous?

out now when I choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly to the Five Percenter
Knowledge is born, to all
Cast the 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 be steppin'
Correct and, stopped and kept in, respect to the
DJ, that be selectin', the of record ah

(You got the vocab)
I got the
(The got the vocab)
You know got vocab
(Brooklyn got the vocab)
We got the
Aiyyo Clef the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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

A rapper, disaster, ever told me that
"Roxanne, you don't got to for money no more!" and
Back in the days I used to listen to G Rap
Way back when guns became gats and

Run-DMC to ask Mary was she buggin'?
I loved P.E., they kept me conscious of I was sayin'
Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher
Got within myself so it made me a Percenter

Say La-di-da-di, we to party but
My jam was BDP, My Philosophy
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, like the men who got the
Like the Fu got the Manchu, got the Zulu
Hawaii got the

I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't
You do the rock-rock hip-hop through 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
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 grab the mic and show you got the of gab

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