Luyện nghe bài hát Where Fugees At?

Uh huh, uh huh
Feels good to be back at the essence 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 to tell the people out there
Yo, yo, yo

All I is Fugee this, Fugee that
Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to up on this track
Lauryn if you're listenin', if you're listenin'
Gimme a 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

When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a pistola
Loud MCs, feel the
Y'all still rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I 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 shirt man you lookin' like ET
You're cracked out, for dough, blow on saxophone
You're rhymin' off beat even with help my metronomes
See, y'all MCs, you a CM
Common Motherfucker rhymin' about and Benz
The same you got jacked in, drunk off of Gin
You woke up in hell 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' like Force
Your girl she's buffed, puffed, in daytime don't play
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 Fugee this, Fugee
Where Fugee At? I Fugees to spit up on this track
Lauryn if listenin', Pras if you're listenin'
Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Basement
Y'all know my style, I'm still mini, money, mini,
It ain't all about the

We used to rap, now want to come and get me with a bat?
must be smokin' crack, with Pookie from New Jack
How y'all forget, I'm the reason y'all MC
But flip like Pharisees and charge me for blasphemy
You know who you are, eight bar
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 with Wyclef"
Look surprised, see your flesh your vest
you could fight, in the WWF
'Cause in this arena ain't but gladiators and haters
they 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' the anti Christ
Your weak kid, stop lyin' to the
You wanted it so bad that you took all the production
MC's in the underground, mad at me 'Cause I'm above ground
Counting English
I tell ya what, success don't come
I was in Noah's Ark for days and Forty nights
what should I write, what should I recite
'Cause ain't here but thugs and chicks wit' ice
That's when I daydream the twilight
Girls wit' they man, "I hate life"
girl look 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 Basement
Y'all know my style, I'm still mini, money, mini,
It all about the money