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 to tell the people out there
Yo, yo, yo

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

I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, 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 your man you lookin' like ET
cracked out, for dough, some blow on saxophone
You're rhymin' off beat even with help from my
See, ain't MCs, you a CM
Common Motherfucker rhymin' about Lexus and
The same Benz you got jacked in, off of Gin
You woke up in gettin' sexed by Marilyn Manson
You lie, you deny, pass me the
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 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 player two
in my bedroom singin "sweetest taboo"

All I hear is this, Fugee that
Where Fugee At? I need to spit up on this track
Lauryn if listenin', Pras if you're listenin'
Gimme a I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement
know my style, I'm still mini, money, mini, mini
It all about the money

We used to rap, now y'all to come and get me with a bat?
Y'all must be smokin' crack, with Pookie New Jack
How could forget, I'm the reason y'all MC
But flip like Pharisees and charge me for blasphemy
You know who you are, bar superstar
Karate cars, buy up the bars with the credit
You want to impress some young chick you met
First she say, "Ain't you used to roll with Wyclef"
surprised, see your flesh outside your vest
Yeah you fight, in the WWF
'Cause in this arena ain't but gladiators and haters
Hopin' kill me and roll and feed me to the tigers
Oh Lord, me from the devil
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 production
Some MC's in the underground, mad at me 'Cause I'm above
English pounds
I tell ya what, don't come overnight
I was in Noah's Ark for Forty days and Forty
Contemplatin' what I write, what should I recite
'Cause ain't nobody here but thugs and wit' ice
That's I daydream into the twilight
Girls wit' they man, screamin' "I life"
Baby girl in the opposite direction
my class is the Misedu'

All I hear is this, Fugee that
Where Fugee At? I Fugees to spit up on this track
if you're listenin', Pras if you're listenin'
Gimme a I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement
know my style, I'm still mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the