Luyện nghe bài hát Where Fugees At?

Uh huh, uh huh
Feels good to be back at the essence where it all started you
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 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 Basement
Y'all know my style, I'm mini, money, mini, mini
It all about the money

When I was hustler, two dogs by my side a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the
Y'all still rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I send to Belvue
This 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 rhymin' off beat even with help my metronomes
See, ain't MCs, you a CM
Common Motherfucker rhymin' Lexus and Benz
The same Benz you got jacked in, off of Gin
You woke up in hell gettin' sexed by Marilyn
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 crew's on steroids like Full Force
Your she's buffed, puffed, in daytime don't play rough
The freaks out at night so that's when I bring out the cuffs
Grand Marnier, CD number two
in my bedroom singin "sweetest taboo"

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

We used to rap, now y'all want to come and get me a bat?
must be smokin' crack, with Pookie from New Jack
How could forget, I'm the reason y'all MC
But y'all flip like Pharisees and charge me for
You know who you are, bar superstar
Karate cars, buy up the with 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 your vest
you could fight, in the WWF
'Cause in 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 Christ
weak kid, stop lyin' to the public
You wanted it so bad that you all the production credits
Some MC's in the underground, mad at me 'Cause I'm above
English pounds
I ya what, success don't come overnight
I was in Noah's Ark for Forty days and Forty
Contemplatin' what should I write, should I recite
'Cause ain't nobody but thugs and chicks wit' ice
That's I daydream into the twilight
Girls wit' man, screamin' "I hate life"
Baby girl look in the direction
'Cause my class is the

All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee
Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit up on track
Lauryn if you're listenin', if you're listenin'
Gimme a 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