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 is Fugee this, Fugee that
Where Fugee At? I need to spit 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 know my style, I'm mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the

When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black
MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I send cycles to
This ain't a 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 out, for dough, some blow on saxophone
You're off beat even with help from my metronomes
See, y'all MCs, you a CM
Common Motherfucker rhymin' about Lexus and
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 Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride
right, 25 mics, material in The Source
While your rap crew's on steroids lookin' Full Force
Your girl she's buffed, puffed, in daytime don't rough
The freaks come out at night so when I bring out the cuffs
Grand Marnier, CD player 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
if you're listenin', Pras if you're listenin'
Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Booga
Y'all my style, I'm still mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all the money

We used to rap, now y'all to come and get me with a bat?
Y'all must be crack, with Pookie from New Jack
How y'all forget, I'm the reason y'all MC
But y'all flip like Pharisees and charge me for
You know who you are, eight bar
Karate cars, buy up the with the credit cards
You want to impress young chick you just met
First thing she say, "Ain't you to roll with Wyclef"
Look surprised, see flesh outside your vest
you could fight, in the WWF
'Cause in this arena 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
Your weak kid, stop to the public
You wanted it so bad you took all the production credits
Some MC's in the underground, mad at me I'm above ground
English pounds
I tell ya what, success don't overnight
I was in Ark for Forty days and Forty nights
Contemplatin' what should I write, should I recite
'Cause ain't here but thugs 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 hear is Fugee this, Fugee
Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to up on this track
Lauryn if you're listenin', if you're listenin'
Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Basement
know my style, I'm still mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all the money