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, Fugee
Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to up on this track
Lauryn if 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 about the

When I was hustler, two dogs by my plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the
still rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I send cycles to Belvue
This ain't a sequel son, but I you "Scream 2" (Ah!)
live cinema of the streets produced a junkie
Put back on your shirt man you lookin' ET
You're out, for dough, some blow on saxophone
You're off beat even with help from my metronomes
See, ain't MCs, you a CM
Common rhymin' about Lexus and Benz
The same Benz you got in, drunk off of Gin
You woke up in gettin' sexed by Marilyn Manson
You lie, you deny, me the microphone
I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a home
Yeah right, 25 mics, 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 that's when I out the cuffs
Grand Marnier, CD player two
Sade's in my singin "sweetest taboo"

All I hear is this, Fugee that
Fugee At? I need Fugees 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
Y'all know my style, I'm still mini, money, mini,
It ain't all the money

We used to rap, now y'all want to and get me with a bat?
Y'all must be smokin' crack, with from New Jack
How could y'all forget, I'm the 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 to impress some young chick you just met
First she say, "Ain't you used to roll with Wyclef"
Look surprised, see your flesh outside your
you could fight, in the WWF
'Cause in this arena ain't nothin' but gladiators and
Hopin' they kill me and roll and feed me to the
Oh Lord, protect me from the
They open the book of life, y'all readin' like the Christ
weak kid, stop lyin' to the public
You wanted it so bad that you took all the credits
Some MC's in the underground, mad at me 'Cause I'm ground
Counting English
I tell ya what, success don't come
I was in Ark for Forty days and Forty nights
Contemplatin' should I write, what should I recite
'Cause nobody here but thugs and chicks wit' ice
when I daydream into the twilight
Girls wit' they man, "I hate life"
Baby look in the opposite direction
'Cause my class is the

All I hear is Fugee this, that
Where Fugee At? I need 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
know my style, I'm still mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all the money