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 want to the people out there
Yo, yo, yo

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

I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the
Y'all still rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I send cycles to
This a sequel son, but I have you "Scream 2" (Ah!)
Real live of the streets produced a junkie
Put back on your shirt man you lookin' ET
You're out, for dough, some blow on saxophone
rhymin' off beat even with help from my metronomes
See, ain't MCs, you a CM
Motherfucker rhymin' about Lexus and Benz
The Benz you got jacked in, drunk off of Gin
You woke up in hell gettin' sexed by Marilyn
You lie, you deny, me the microphone
I guess like Eddie Murphy you was 'em a ride home
Yeah right, 25 mics, material in The
While your rap crew's on steroids lookin' like Full
Your girl she's buffed, puffed, in don't play rough
The freaks come out at night so when I bring out the cuffs
Marnier, CD player number two
Sade's in my bedroom "sweetest taboo"

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

We to rap, now y'all want 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 y'all flip like Pharisees and me for blasphemy
You who you are, eight bar superstar
Karate cars, buy up the with the credit cards
You want to some young chick you just met
First thing she say, "Ain't you used to roll Wyclef"
Look surprised, see flesh outside your vest
Yeah you fight, in the WWF
'Cause in this arena ain't nothin' but and haters
Hopin' they kill me and and feed me to the tigers
Oh Lord, protect me the devil
They open the book of life, y'all readin' like the Christ
Your kid, stop lyin' to the public
You it so bad that you took all the production credits
MC's in the underground, mad at me 'Cause I'm above ground
Counting English
I ya what, success don't come overnight
I was in Noah's Ark for Forty days and Forty
Contemplatin' should I write, what should I recite
ain't nobody here but thugs and chicks wit' ice
That's when I into the twilight
wit' they man, screamin' "I hate life"
Baby look in the opposite direction
'Cause my class is the

All I hear is 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 Booga
Y'all know my style, I'm mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the