Luyện nghe bài hát B - Boy Bouillabaisse

There's a over there
long brown hair
I took her to the
I the mattress in her face
off her shirt
off her bra
Took off her
You know I saw?

Right about now I'd to dedicate this 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 they been missin' me and you
Get on the mic and let's them like we used to
You say that yo Holmes fuck this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy you're Butkus
One-half and another half soul
His Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
Got in Frisco fooled around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie you know she never says no

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

Well, Mike D. is a special
Pulling out and pulling in residuals
Go to the movies get the
The cholos riding and low
Mike on the mic and bust the solo
Mike my don't be so selfish
Get on the mic cause you you eat shellfish

4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got to lose so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried I'm for the station
D-Train ride to Island vacation
Dedicated to the in the back of the 1 train
be kicking out windows high on cocaine
And then I the turnstile I lost my last token
Ride the cars pissing, smoking
Head for the last car fluorescent blackout
Policeman my homeboy "yo put that crack out"
You know you light up when the lights go
And then you read the New York Post Fulton St.
Same faces every day but you don't know names
Party people going places on the

Stop train, I wanna get on

it
Trench-coat wingtip to work
And you'll be a train like Captain Kirk
Pickpocket paying their debts
I caught a in the lung from Bernie Goetz
Overworked and underpaid staring at the
Prostitutes' spandex caught in the doors
Now you're between the stations
And it like an eternity
Sweating sardines in a flophouse fraternity
fine for disturbing the peace
The neck tortoise Lees are creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are
Friday night and Queen's funkin'
Elevated platform gonna conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my warm
Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out
the loud speaker about the hard times
Sat across from a man readin' El
the train down from El Barrio
Went the station straight to Orange Julius
I brought a hot dog from who - Drakoulias

M.C. for I am and do
The A is for and the lyrics, true
So as pray and and the message is sent
And I am living in the that I have dreamt
I'm down with the three, the unstoppable three
Me and and D. were born to M.C.
And my body and soul and mind are
Not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond
Just lyrics from I to you
Arrested, but cuffed and indicted
Enter the as I take center stage
The set low and the night has come of age
Take the in hand as that I am a professional
my knowledge to the crowd and the ed. is special
For I am a bard but not the one
I'm am the king and this is my
Dwell in realms of now but vidi those of the
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I think it's gonna last
And you can bet ass

I the L. when I'm skiing
I'm smoking and
I put the skis on the roof almost every single
Can't stop the mind-fuck when it's rolling
Can't stop the smooth when the shit's running strong
Broke my bindings, the lion with
Preaching his word in the B. Boy
I am one myself as I turn to thee
Prefer the to reality
I prefer my life need no other man's wife
Don't need no crazy lifestyle with and strife
But good to have turn to be a king for a day
Or for a week, or for a year, or for a and a day
Come may

I'm fishing my boat and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale the Guinness Stout
Fishing for a line my brain
And looking out at the world through my window
Every day has many colors 'cause the glass is
Everything has changed but the same
So once again the mirror raised and I see myself as as day
And I am to the limits of my ultimate destiny
Feeling as though were testing me
He who the end from the beginning of time
forward through all the ages
Is, was and shall be
Check the prophetic of the pages

He's in line for the Day

Brooklyn

New York, New York, it's a hell of a
You know the Bronx is up and I'm down
Because they know my name they only know my initials
Building in the attic for elected officials
I quit my job, I cut my
You know I cut my boss 'cause I care
You tried to get slick, you a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked with my gold-finger
'Cause as fly as me is something you never thought of
You'll be sticking up old ladies the hand gun or the sawed-off
I'm a Buffalo Soldier, broader than
Keep keepin' on I care what they say
I my stereo loud it disturbs my neighbors
I want to the fruits of my labor
'Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack
If you open the then you will get your hand slapped
I am the keeper of the 3-pack
If you ask a question you get the answer
Her I saw I reached I felt
M-O-N-E-Y, the
I stay at just like a hermit
I got the jammy but I don't got the
You know
You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick
caught with the shrimpy limp dick
I around town 'cause my ride is fly
I a man in Brooklyn
to watch him die

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

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

You to a musician, they know it but they can't do it

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

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

I met girl last night with a peculiar cackle
I laid the bait and then she took the
Had too much to drink at the Red
Now the room is spinning like the blades of a helicopter
I never met a girl was too finicky
If the has their way then they're going to finish me
You might this but you've never been this see
If I ate spinach then I'd be Spinach D
I light like cats shed fur
Ride around town Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they me Your Highness
So if you don't know me 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 play my music loud because you know it's got to it
It's a trip got a funky beat and I can bug out to it

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