Luyện nghe bài hát Where Fugees At?

Uh huh, uh huh
Feels good to be back at the essence 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 things I want to 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
if you're listenin', Pras if you're listenin'
Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Basement
Y'all know my style, I'm still mini, money, mini,
It ain't all the money

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

All I hear is this, Fugee that
Where Fugee At? I Fugees 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
know my style, I'm still mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the

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

All I hear is Fugee this, that
Where At? I need Fugees to spit up on this track
Lauryn if listenin', Pras 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 about the