Luyện nghe bài hát Where Fugees At?

Uh huh, uh huh
Feels good to be back at the essence where it all 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 At? I need Fugees to spit up on this track
Lauryn if listenin', Pras if you're listenin'
a call I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement
Y'all know my style, I'm still mini, money, mini,
It ain't all the money

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

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

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

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