Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab

Yo, this is the Fugees, refugees to take you on a journey
Into the of The Booga Basement, The Basement, word
Hey yo, one two three, the crew is ReFugees
And if you come fa tes the rap
Stop the and just bring it on, wild

Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think really know me
I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving Audi
I pay the fighting for my own soul
'Cause the bourgeoisie type of mental like a flat comb

But I be baitin' the rebel to bass distort the EQ
The devil's wishin' they could me back to Mogadishu
Cause I've been since I was a juvenile
Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was style

Now kids are so I ask the bad black
Boogie bandit, the damage, gimme the estimate then
tell me when's the revolution will begin?
I turn on my TV, I check out on CNN see

I'm the phantom that's flyin' like the bird do
And you never heard plus I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard you're acting of hard
And you got your skin scarred they was shootin' on the boulevard

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You we got the vocab
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Yeah, we got the
Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Then off from here to Mexico
You see my a-be my Celo
And I rest my head is on a pillow
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be,

You see the skills I manifest is tho-rough
And if you don't believe me ask Jacques
Freres Jacques, Jacques
A dorme A dorme vous?

Watch out now I choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Percenter
Knowledge is born, to all
the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ah

Say, our Father, who art in
Forgive the foolish for he not know how Fugee be steppin'
and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the
DJ, be selectin', the type of record ah

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We got the
Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and you got the gift of gab

Check it out, we go
Back in Eighty-three, no one to be nappy
I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for
Kill the gimmick it's nonsense, no sense or value

A rapper, disaster, nobody told me that
"Roxanne, you got to work for money no more!" and
Back in the days I used to to Kool G Rap
Way back when before became gats and

Run-DMC to ask Mary was she buggin'?
I loved P.E., they kept me conscious of what I was
Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher
Got within myself so it made me a Percenter

Say La-di-da-di, we like to but
My jam was BDP, My Philosophy
Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Mel
Then LL J came with Rock the Bells

See I'm the one for the crew, a Jew is a Jew
Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the
Like the Fu got the Manchu, got the Zulu
Hawaii got the

I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you stop
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through
From to bee-bee

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Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the of gab

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Aiyyo, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

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Word, got the vocab
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Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and you got the gift of gab