Luyện nghe bài hát Where Fugees At?

Uh huh, uh huh
Feels good to be back at the essence where it all started you
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, that
Where Fugee At? I Fugees 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 know my style, I'm still mini, money, mini,
It ain't all the money

When I was hustler, two by my side plus a black pistola
MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still rhymin, cuckoo, I send cycles to Belvue
ain't a sequel son, but I have you "Scream 2" (Ah!)
Real live of the streets produced a junkie
Put on your shirt man you lookin' like ET
You're cracked out, for dough, some blow on
You're rhymin' off even with help from my metronomes
See, ain't MCs, you a CM
Common rhymin' about Lexus and Benz
The Benz you got jacked in, drunk off of Gin
You woke up in hell gettin' sexed by Manson
You lie, you deny, me the microphone
I guess Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home
Yeah right, 25 mics, in The Source
While rap crew's on steroids lookin' like Full Force
Your she's buffed, puffed, in daytime don't play rough
The freaks out at night so that's when I bring out the cuffs
Marnier, CD player number two
Sade's in my bedroom "sweetest taboo"

All I hear is Fugee this, that
Fugee At? I need Fugees 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 about the

We used to rap, now y'all want to come and get me 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 like Pharisees and charge me for
You who you are, eight 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"
Look surprised, see your flesh outside your
Yeah you fight, in the WWF
'Cause in this arena ain't but gladiators and haters
Hopin' they kill me and and feed me to the tigers
Oh Lord, me from the devil
They the book of life, y'all readin' like the anti 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 come overnight
I was in Noah's Ark for days and Forty nights
Contemplatin' what I write, what should I recite
'Cause ain't nobody here but thugs and wit' ice
That's when I into the twilight
wit' they man, screamin' "I hate life"
Baby look in the opposite direction
'Cause my is the Misedu'

All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee
Fugee At? I need 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 Booga
know my style, I'm still mini, money, mini, mini
It all about the money