Luyện nghe bài hát Where Fugees At?

Uh huh, uh huh
Feels good to be at the essence where it all started you know
Uh huh, uh huh
up
Uh huh, uh huh
Turn up my man, uh huh uh huh
I got a few I want to tell the people out there
Yo, yo, yo

All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee
Where Fugee At? I Fugees to spit up on this track
if you're listenin', Pras if you're listenin'
Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Basement
Y'all my style, I'm still mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the

When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a pistola
MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I send cycles to Belvue
ain't a sequel son, but I have you "Scream 2" (Ah!)
Real live cinema of the streets produced a
Put back on shirt man you lookin' like ET
You're cracked out, for dough, some on saxophone
You're off beat even with help from my metronomes
See, y'all MCs, you a CM
Common Motherfucker rhymin' Lexus and Benz
The same Benz you got in, drunk off of Gin
You up in hell gettin' sexed by Marilyn Manson
You lie, you deny, pass me the
I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a home
Yeah right, 25 mics, material in The
While your rap crew's on steroids lookin' like Full
Your girl buffed, puffed, in daytime don't play rough
The freaks come out at night so that's when I out the cuffs
Marnier, CD player number two
Sade's in my singin "sweetest taboo"

All I is Fugee this, Fugee that
Where Fugee At? I need to spit up on this track
Lauryn if you're listenin', if you're listenin'
Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Booga
Y'all know my style, I'm still mini, money, mini,
It ain't all the money

We used to rap, now y'all want to come and get me a bat?
Y'all must be smokin' crack, with Pookie from New
How could forget, I'm the reason y'all MC
But y'all flip like Pharisees and me for blasphemy
You know who you are, bar superstar
Karate cars, buy up the bars with the cards
You to impress some young chick you just met
First she say, "Ain't you used to roll with Wyclef"
Look surprised, see your outside your vest
Yeah you fight, in the WWF
'Cause in this arena nothin' but gladiators and haters
Hopin' kill me and roll and feed me to the tigers
Oh Lord, protect me from the
They open the book of life, y'all readin' like the Christ
Your kid, stop lyin' to the public
You it so bad that you took all the production credits
Some MC's in the underground, mad at me I'm above ground
English pounds
I tell ya what, success come overnight
I was in Noah's Ark for Forty and Forty nights
Contemplatin' what I write, what should I recite
'Cause ain't nobody here but thugs and wit' ice
That's when I daydream the twilight
Girls they man, screamin' "I hate life"
Baby girl in the opposite direction
my class is the Misedu'

All I hear is this, Fugee that
Where At? I need Fugees to spit up on this track
Lauryn if you're listenin', if you're listenin'
a call I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement
Y'all know my style, I'm mini, money, mini, mini
It all about the money