Luyện nghe bài hát Where Fugees At?

Uh huh, uh huh
Feels good to be back at the essence where it all 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 hear is Fugee this, that
Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit up on this
if you're listenin', Pras if you're listenin'
Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Booga
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 ain't a sequel son, but I you "Scream 2" (Ah!)
Real live cinema of the produced a junkie
Put on your 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 rhymin' about Lexus and Benz
The same Benz you got in, drunk off of Gin
You woke up in hell gettin' by Marilyn Manson
You lie, you deny, pass me the
I guess like Eddie 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 don't play
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 is Fugee this, Fugee that
Where At? I need Fugees to spit up on this track
Lauryn if you're listenin', 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 y'all want to come and get me with a
Y'all be smokin' crack, with Pookie from New Jack
How could y'all forget, I'm the y'all MC
But y'all flip like Pharisees and charge me for
You who you are, eight bar superstar
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 used to with Wyclef"
Look surprised, see flesh outside your vest
Yeah you fight, in the WWF
in this arena ain't nothin' but gladiators and haters
Hopin' kill me and roll and feed me to the tigers
Oh Lord, protect me from the
They open the book of life, y'all like the anti Christ
Your weak kid, stop lyin' to the
You wanted it so bad that you took all the credits
Some MC's in the underground, mad at me 'Cause I'm above
Counting pounds
I tell ya what, don't come overnight
I was in Noah's Ark for Forty days and Forty
Contemplatin' should I write, what should I recite
'Cause ain't here but thugs and chicks wit' ice
That's when I daydream into the
wit' they man, screamin' "I hate life"
Baby girl in the opposite direction
'Cause my class is the

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 call I'm in the lab in the Booga
know my style, I'm still mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the