Luyện nghe bài hát Where Fugees At?

Uh huh, uh huh
Feels good to be 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 I want to tell the people out there
Yo, yo, yo

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 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 about the

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!)
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 off beat even with help from my metronomes
See, ain't MCs, you a CM
Common Motherfucker rhymin' about Lexus and
The same Benz you got in, drunk off of Gin
You woke up in hell sexed 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 play rough
The freaks come out at night so when I bring out the cuffs
Marnier, CD player number two
Sade's in my bedroom "sweetest taboo"

All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee
Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit up on track
Lauryn if you're listenin', Pras if you're
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 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 forget, I'm the reason y'all MC
But y'all flip Pharisees and charge me for blasphemy
You know who you are, bar superstar
Karate cars, buy up the bars the credit cards
You want to impress some young chick you met
First thing she say, "Ain't you to roll with Wyclef"
Look surprised, see flesh outside your vest
Yeah you fight, in the WWF
'Cause in this arena ain't nothin' but gladiators and
Hopin' they kill me and and feed me to the tigers
Oh Lord, protect me the devil
They open the book of life, y'all readin' like the Christ
Your weak kid, stop lyin' to the
You wanted it so bad that you took all the production
MC's in the underground, mad at me 'Cause I'm above ground
Counting English
I tell ya what, don't come overnight
I was in Ark for Forty days and Forty nights
Contemplatin' what should I write, should I recite
'Cause ain't nobody here but thugs and chicks ice
when I daydream into the twilight
Girls wit' they man, "I hate life"
Baby girl look in the opposite
'Cause my class is the

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