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

All I is Fugee this, Fugee that
Where Fugee At? I Fugees 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
Y'all my style, I'm still mini, money, mini, mini
It all about the money

When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black
Loud MCs, feel the
Y'all still rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I send 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 like ET
cracked out, for dough, some blow on saxophone
You're rhymin' off beat even with help my metronomes
See, y'all MCs, you a CM
Motherfucker rhymin' about Lexus and Benz
The same you got jacked in, drunk off of Gin
You up in hell gettin' sexed by Marilyn Manson
You lie, you deny, pass me the
I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a home
Yeah right, 25 mics, material in The
While your rap on steroids lookin' like Full Force
Your girl buffed, puffed, in daytime don't play rough
The freaks come out at night so that's I bring out the cuffs
Grand Marnier, CD number two
Sade's in my bedroom "sweetest taboo"

All I hear is this, Fugee that
Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit up on track
Lauryn if you're listenin', Pras if listenin'
Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Basement
Y'all 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, Pookie from New Jack
How could y'all forget, I'm the reason MC
But y'all flip like Pharisees and charge me for
You know who you are, eight bar
Karate cars, buy up the bars the credit cards
You want to impress some young chick you met
thing she say, "Ain't you used to roll with Wyclef"
Look surprised, see flesh outside your vest
you could fight, in the WWF
'Cause in arena ain't nothin' but gladiators and haters
they kill me and roll and feed me to the tigers
Oh Lord, protect me from the
They open the book of life, readin' like the anti Christ
Your weak kid, stop lyin' to the
You wanted it so bad you took all the production credits
MC's in the underground, mad at me 'Cause I'm above ground
Counting pounds
I tell ya what, success come overnight
I was in Noah's Ark for Forty days and Forty
Contemplatin' what should I write, what should I
'Cause ain't here but thugs and chicks wit' ice
That's I daydream into the twilight
wit' they man, screamin' "I hate life"
Baby girl in the opposite direction
'Cause my class is the

All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee
Fugee 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 all about the money