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 want to tell the people out
Yo, yo, yo

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 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 the money

I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the
still rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I send cycles to Belvue
This ain't a son, but I have you "Scream 2" (Ah!)
Real live cinema of the streets produced a
Put on your shirt man you lookin' like ET
You're cracked out, for dough, some on saxophone
You're rhymin' off beat even help from my metronomes
See, y'all MCs, you a CM
Common Motherfucker rhymin' about and Benz
The same you got jacked in, drunk off of Gin
You woke up in hell gettin' by Marilyn Manson
You lie, you deny, me the microphone
I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride
Yeah right, 25 mics, material in The
While your rap crew's on steroids lookin' like Force
Your girl she's buffed, puffed, in daytime don't play
The freaks come out at night so that's when I out the cuffs
Grand Marnier, CD player two
Sade's in my singin "sweetest taboo"

All I hear is Fugee this, that
Where Fugee At? I need to spit up on this track
Lauryn if listenin', Pras if you're listenin'
a call 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 want to come and get me with a bat?
Y'all must be smokin' crack, with Pookie from New
How could forget, I'm the reason y'all MC
But y'all like Pharisees and charge me for blasphemy
You know who you are, bar superstar
Karate cars, buy up the bars the credit cards
You to impress some young chick you just met
First thing she say, "Ain't you used to roll Wyclef"
surprised, see your flesh outside your vest
Yeah you fight, in the WWF
'Cause in this arena ain't nothin' but and haters
they kill me and roll and feed me to the tigers
Oh Lord, protect me the devil
They the book of life, y'all readin' like the anti Christ
Your weak kid, stop to the public
You it so bad that you took all the production credits
Some in the underground, mad at me 'Cause I'm above ground
Counting English
I ya what, success don't come overnight
I was in Noah's Ark for Forty days and nights
what should I write, what should I recite
'Cause ain't nobody here but and chicks wit' ice
That's when I into the twilight
Girls they man, screamin' "I hate life"
Baby look 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 I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement
Y'all know my style, I'm mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all the money