Luyện nghe bài hát B - Boy Bouillabaisse

There's a girl there
With long brown
I took her to the
I threw the in her face
off her shirt
off her bra
Took off her
You know I saw?

Right about now I'd like to dedicate song out to my main homie Mike D
Get on the mic, on the mic
get on the mic, get on the mic, Mike

Let's be real and don't cloud the
The rhymes are dope an M.C. you must to
People say that been missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and show them like we used to
You say fuck yo Holmes fuck this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy you're Dick
One-half and another half soul
His name's D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
Got busy in Frisco around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie cause you she never says no

J-just get on the mic, get on the mic
on the mic, get on the mic Mike

Well, Mike D. is a special
out knots and pulling in residuals
Go to the movies get the
The riding slow and low
on the mic and bust with the solo
Mike my stromie be so selfish
Get on the mic cause you you eat shellfish

It's 4:00 a.m. got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried I'm for the station
D-Train ride to Coney Island
Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1
They'll be kicking out windows on cocaine
And then I jump the I lost my last token
Ride between the cars pissing,
Head for the last car fluorescent blackout
Policeman my homeboy "yo put that crack out"
You know you light up the lights go down
And you read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown
Same faces every day but you don't know names
Party going places on the D-Train

Stop train, I wanna get on

it
Trench-coat wingtip going to
And you'll be pulling a train like Kirk
Pickpocket gangsters paying their
I caught a in the lung from Bernie Goetz
Overworked and underpaid at the floor
spandex caught in the slide doors
Now you're tuck between the
And it seems like an
Sweating like sardines in a fraternity
Fifty-dollar fine for the peace
The neck tortoise your Lees are
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are
Friday night and Jamaica funkin'
Elevated platform never gonna
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast
Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out
Over the loud speaker about the times
Sat across a man readin' El Diario
Riding the train down from El
Went the station straight to Orange Julius
I brought a hot dog from who - George

M.C. for I am and do
The A is for and the lyrics, true
So as pray and hope and the message is
And I am in the dreams that I have dreamt
Because I'm down with the three, the three
Me and Adam and D. were to M.C.
And my body and soul and are pure
Not or diluted or damaged beyond cure
lyrics from I to you recited
Arrested, bailed but cuffed and
the arena as I take center stage
The set low and the night has come of age
Take the microphone in as that I am a professional
Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed. is
For I am a but not the last one
I'm am the and this is my castle
Dwell in realms of now but those of the past
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think gonna last
And you can bet ass

I drop the L. when I'm
I'm smoking and
I put the skis on the roof every single weekend
Can't the mind-fuck when it's rolling along
Can't the smooth runnin' when the shit's running strong
Broke my bindings, the lion with
his word in the B. Boy sing
I am one myself as I turn to thee
Prefer the dreams to
I prefer my life don't need no other wife
need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
But it's good to turn to be a king for a day
Or for a week, or for a year, or for a and a day
what may

I'm fishing with my and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale with the Guinness
Fishing for a line my brain
And looking out at the world through my pane
Every day has many colors the glass is stained
Everything has changed but remains the
So once again the mirror and I see myself as clear as day
And I am going to the limits of my ultimate
Feeling as somebody were testing me
He who sees the end from the of time
Looking forward through all the
Is, was and shall be
the prophetic sections of the pages

He's in for the Disco Day

Hello

New York, New York, it's a of a town
You know the Bronx is up and I'm down
Because they don't know my they only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for officials
I my job, I cut my hair
You know I cut my boss 'cause I don't
You to get slick, you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked with my knuckle
'Cause being as fly as me is something you thought of
You'll be sticking up old ladies with the gun or the sawed-off
I'm a Buffalo Soldier, than Broadway
Keep keepin' on I don't care they say
I play my stereo loud it my neighbors
I want to enjoy the of my labor
I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book then you get your hand slapped
I am the keeper of the Bonanza
If you ask a you will get the answer
Her I saw I reached I felt
M-O-N-E-Y, the
I stay at home just like a
I got the jammy but I got the permit
You why?
You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy dick
I ride around 'cause my ride is fly
I a man in Brooklyn
to watch him die

He thrusts his fists the post and still insists he sees a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a
She's through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the and still insists he sees a ghost

Well if your world was all black and if your world was all
Well then you wouldn't get much color out of life now
Nicknamed Shamrock but my is not Shamus
Girlies on the tippy cause my is famous
My name is not O'Houigheighi nor is it
If I said I was weak now, you know I'd be lyin'
Suckers try to bite they try to it

You explain to a musician, they know it but they do it

I got Chinese eyes and suits
Smokin' much Buddha and much boots
More on the hip-hop lingo
My New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo
Met a girl at a party and I gave her my
Man, you know that it said Napoleon
Peepin' out the I be buggin' on Cezanne
call me Mike D Joe Blow the Lover Man
Your face turns red as your glass of
That you spilled on my as you wasted my time
You be with me, you should drop that bum
'Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Gum
that big round butt of yours
I'd like to butter muffin I'm not bluffin'
Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving

another one for y'all to peep
It's M-I-K-E on the M-I-C

I met this girl last night with a cackle
I laid the bait and then she took the
Had too to drink at the Red Lobster
Now the room is spinning around the blades of a helicopter
I never met a girl that was too
If the press has way then they're going to finish me
You might know but you've never been this see
If I ate then I'd be called Spinach D
I shed like cats shed fur
Ride around town like Raymond
I'm so high they call me Your Highness
So if you know me then pardon my shyness
I live in the Village wherever I go I to
I keep my friends around so I someone to talk to
I my music loud because you know it's got clout to it
It's a trip it's got a beat and I can bug out to it

DJ
When Mike D's in the house, what you do
I go
in the house, what you gonna do
I go
When MCA's in the house, what you do
I go
When Hurricane's in the house, what you do
He goes
St. in the house, what's you gonna do
Home-1, what you do
Got in the house, what you gonna do
Dust Bros. in the house, you gonna do
Warren G. in the house, you gonna do
Lou Gains in the house, you gonna do
Hollis crew, what you do
John Mish in the house, what you do
Killa Cutty in the house, you gonna do
Jannet J. in the
Pat in the house
Consen's in the house
Good Amsterdamn
Now I want you all to break down
To all the
All the