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 things I want to tell the people out
Yo, yo, yo

All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee
Where At? I need 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 Basement
Y'all know my style, I'm mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the

When I was hustler, two by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, 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 your shirt man you lookin' ET
You're out, for dough, some blow on saxophone
You're rhymin' off beat with help from my metronomes
See, ain't MCs, you a CM
Common Motherfucker rhymin' Lexus and Benz
The same 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 Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home
Yeah right, 25 mics, in The Source
While your rap crew's on steroids lookin' like Force
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 need Fugees to 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

We used to rap, now want 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 with the credit cards
You want to impress some chick you just met
First thing she say, "Ain't you used to with Wyclef"
Look surprised, see your outside your vest
Yeah you fight, in the WWF
'Cause in this ain't nothin' but gladiators and haters
Hopin' they kill me and roll and feed me to the
Oh Lord, protect me from the
They open the of life, y'all readin' like the anti Christ
Your weak kid, stop lyin' to the
You wanted it so bad that you took all the production
Some MC's in the underground, mad at me 'Cause I'm above
Counting pounds
I ya what, success don't 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 but thugs and chicks wit' ice
That's when I daydream the twilight
Girls they man, screamin' "I hate life"
girl look in the opposite direction
'Cause my class is the

All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee
Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to 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 mini, money, mini, mini
It all about the money