Luyện nghe bài hát ReFugees On the Mic

Yo', check it out, I all the refugees out there
To just put up your hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant
Put up your youknowhatI'msayin'?
I'ma start this shit off like this, this time

H to the A to the I to the T to the I
Live or die, it's but a dark side
on the mic, yeah, yeah
Yo', on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah
H to the A to the I to the T to the I
or die, it's nothin' but a dark side
Fugees on the mic, yeah,
Yo', on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah

If you wanna snap, SNAP, if you wanna crack,
If you wanna shoot, give me a so I can lay flat
Cause this, some the cemetary's, the
the tough guys get buried in their property
Word to Sampson, the will get you hung
I had a friend, they murdered his father and his year old son
I heard him cursin' the essence of the, the the crime
But ah, murder got no
The country has no law, either rich or poor
I'm out the door, I got nuttin' to fight for
I'm sailin' on a boat like a goat, I my throat
When I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled
I look in through microscope, for my country and the
My eyes bleed, I see Steed, the Haitian Pope
or Dundee, the riginal Malcom X
Swing like the ki's, so should I put on David
I'm humberlicious strugglin' to jump
Let me blow her upper her in your face, that'cha ego
Aiyyo, freeze funk, you got to stable
out for the devil, he comes after you after the revival
When will he come, will he do, what will he say?
That's all a mystery, but have hand grenade
So you can blow the away
Beep, beep, I gotta a sale so I can eat
So Praswell, the mic and be complete

Huh, lovin' the in effect, will be all in checkmate
Another style for Praswell to
For those who can't relate to down my, no man wait
No mistake, I tell you, your prophet is a fake

You said a contract on a Haitian, three g's
Your sharpshooters are lousy, we mend to high be high
So show your a when you waste, I know who's smokin'
The bigger that you try to put out yours just me Mr. Nobody
Take high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the by like
What did I to in the line of the barkin' of the bright side
You to scare me but I won't mover a
The bully of the block the hour of the glock
So cuckooThe I run are rollin' with the bodyguard
But don't forget the day it's but it'll be foggy
And in the funeral, be singin' a new tune
May your soul rest on the moon, Jack in wood
In Channel Seven, you Death before Cut
You killed so many that conscience ended up, whattup? WHAT
Aiyyo black men, you're by a dozen cousin
So all I do is away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened
You call me a punk, I gotta cause all you did was flex
But don't get cause the kid still gotta keep his rep
See I'm known for the crew like the jewel was the
Like the follow got the boo, the miller got the boo
Let the cop the man jewel, suck up, up the ?cool-lew?
Oh why you got the ha ha lew
I got the rap loose, so sci bi dee bob bob, you stop
You do the rap rap, hip hop to be bop, from be bop
To beep beep, the kid, beeper's goin' off beep beep
I gotta make a sale so I can eat, beep,
The Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off, you I got no time to sleep, so beep beep

H to the A to the I to the T to the I
or die, it's nothin' but a dark side
Fugees on the mic,
Yo', on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah

Man, I went to cops the day to plead for my innocence
They brought me in another charges of a residents
And L, E, N, on a land
me go back to my land and then there will be a thing
Gorillas in the mist, where everything, and the light becomes a
They put up they guard, they pump up fists
Now I'm one on they motherfuckin' hit list
Goin' down for degree of manslaughter
Makin' change out of emcee's them outta quarters
That's they value, what they worth
Cause the shall be last and the last shall be first, yeah
we learned was to burn, now cause you c came
With that machette, it's your
not funny, but twenty a month is what you earn baby
We on to the Yankee, pass the mic to the,

Well I'm as cool to ya the mic I'm checkin' from my temple
a message, to deliver, but the back is very simple
I'm the girl, Yankee, rollin' wit' the kids from
Coolin' as a grab who gets the last laugh hahaha
You bite size with my from they stinks as my, Yankee
Wonderin' who was the to pull over girl as soon as it came out son
My history, a hypocrite, so we gonna do?
The dope is dope is only get the man since is true
So hip hip with my lip as I rip a felt tip
With a situation, interpretation, a graduation
Your ventilation, and education, segregation,
A capitalization, it's agration, not separation, ya breath the

H to the A to the I to the T to the I