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 is called ReFugees
And if you come fa tes the rap
Stop the violence and bring it on, wild

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

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

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

I'm like the that's flyin' like the bird do
And things you never plus I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of
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, grab the mic and show you got the of gab

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

Watch out now when I to speak
I'm the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter
is born, to all beginners
Cast the first stone, if you feel you a sinner, ah

Say, our Father, who art in
Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be
Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff 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 grab the mic and 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 dreadlock for
Kill the gimmick it's nonsense, it's no or value

A rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me
"Roxanne, you don't got to for money no more!" and
in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap
Way back when before guns gats and

Run-DMC used to ask Mary was she
I loved P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous
Got within myself so it made me a Percenter

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

See I'm the one for the crew, a Jew is a Jew
Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue
Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the
Hawaii got the

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