Luyện nghe bài hát Vocab (LP Version)

Yo, this is the Fugees, about to take you on a journey
the dimensions of The Booga Basement, The Basement, word
Hey yo, one two three, the crew is called
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 they know me
I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's
I pay the toll for my own soul
'Cause the bourgeoisie type of mental sucks like a comb

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

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

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

(You got the vocab)
I got the
(Underground got the vocab)
You we got the vocab
(All my got the vocab)
Yeah, we got the
Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and you got the gift of gab

Then cast off from to Mexico
You see my four-five-six a-be my
And when I my head is on a pillow
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be,

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

out now when I choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five
is born, to all beginners
Cast the first stone, if you feel you a sinner, ah

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

(You got the vocab)
I got the
(The got the vocab)
You know they got
(Brooklyn got the vocab)
We got the
Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and you got the gift of gab

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

A rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me
"Roxanne, you don't got to work for no more!" and
Back in the days I used to to Kool G Rap
Way back before guns became gats and

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

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

See I'm the one for the crew, a Jew is a Jew
Like Apollo got the moon, the men who got the blue
Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the
got the Honolulu

I got the rap lieu, so you don't stop
You do the rock-rock from through be-bop
From to bee-bee

(You got the vocab)
I got the
(Boogie got the vocab)
You know got the vocab
(Black got the vocab)
Word, we got the
Aiyyo peeps, the mic and show you got the gift of gab

(You got the vocab)
Yeah, we got the
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You y'all got the vocab
(Uptown got the vocab)
Yeah, got the vocab
Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and you got the gift of gab

(DC got the vocab)
Word, y'all got the
(Virginia got the vocab)
Aiyy, I know y'all got the
(Oakland got the vocab)
Word, got the vocab
Aiyyo, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab