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 tell the out there
Yo, yo, yo

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

When I was hustler, two dogs by my side a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the
Y'all still rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I cycles to Belvue
ain't a sequel son, but I have you "Scream 2" (Ah!)
Real live cinema of the streets a junkie
Put back on shirt man you lookin' like ET
cracked out, for dough, some blow on saxophone
You're rhymin' off beat even with from my metronomes
See, ain't MCs, you a CM
Common Motherfucker rhymin' about and Benz
The Benz 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 ride
Yeah right, 25 mics, in The Source
While your rap crew's on lookin' like Full Force
Your girl buffed, puffed, in daytime don't play rough
The freaks come out at so that's when I bring out the cuffs
Grand Marnier, CD player two
Sade's in my bedroom "sweetest taboo"

All I hear is Fugee this, that
Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit up on track
Lauryn if you're listenin', Pras if you're
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 the money

We used to rap, now y'all want to come and get me with a
Y'all must be smokin' crack, with Pookie from New
How y'all forget, I'm the reason y'all MC
But flip like Pharisees and charge me for blasphemy
You who you are, eight bar superstar
Karate cars, buy up the bars with the cards
You want to impress some young chick you met
thing she say, "Ain't you used to roll with Wyclef"
Look surprised, see your flesh outside your
Yeah you fight, in the WWF
'Cause in this ain't nothin' but gladiators and haters
Hopin' they kill me and and feed me to the tigers
Oh Lord, protect me from the
They open the book of life, y'all readin' like the Christ
Your weak kid, stop lyin' to the
You wanted it so bad that you all the production credits
Some 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' what should I write, what I recite
'Cause ain't nobody here but thugs and wit' ice
That's I daydream into the twilight
Girls wit' they man, "I hate life"
girl look in the opposite direction
'Cause my class is the

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