Luyện nghe bài hát Where Fugees At?

Uh huh, uh huh
Feels to be back 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 things I to tell the people out there
Yo, yo, yo

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

When I was hustler, two dogs by my side a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the
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 on your shirt man you lookin' 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 rhymin' about Lexus and Benz
The Benz you got jacked in, drunk off of Gin
You woke up in hell gettin' by Marilyn Manson
You lie, you deny, pass me the
I guess Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home
right, 25 mics, material in The Source
While your rap on steroids lookin' like Full Force
Your girl she's buffed, puffed, in daytime don't play
The freaks come out at so that's when I bring out the cuffs
Grand Marnier, CD player two
Sade's in my singin "sweetest taboo"

All I hear is 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 I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement
Y'all know my style, I'm mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the

We to rap, now y'all want to come and get me with a bat?
Y'all must be smokin' crack, with from New Jack
How could y'all forget, I'm the y'all MC
But y'all flip like Pharisees and charge me for
You who you are, eight bar superstar
Karate cars, buy up the bars the credit cards
You to impress some young chick you just met
thing she say, "Ain't you used to roll with Wyclef"
Look surprised, see your flesh outside vest
Yeah you fight, in the WWF
in this arena ain't nothin' but gladiators and haters
Hopin' kill me and roll and feed me to the tigers
Oh Lord, protect me the devil
They open the book of life, y'all readin' like the anti
Your weak kid, stop 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
Counting pounds
I ya what, success don't come overnight
I was in Noah's Ark for days and Forty nights
Contemplatin' what I write, what should I recite
'Cause ain't nobody here but thugs and chicks ice
That's when I into the twilight
wit' they man, screamin' "I hate life"
Baby girl in the opposite direction
my class is the Misedu'

All I is Fugee this, Fugee that
Where Fugee At? I need to spit 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