Luyện nghe bài hát B - Boy Bouillabaisse

There's a over there
With long hair
I took her to the
I threw the in her face
off her shirt
off her bra
Took off her
You know what I

Right about now I'd like to 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 cloud the issue
The rhymes are dope an M.C. you listen to
People say that been missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them like we to
You say fuck that yo fuck this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy Dick Butkus
One-half science and another soul
His name's Mike D. not Fat Jelly Roll
Got busy in fooled around in Fresno
Got on your girlie cause you know she never says no

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

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

4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose so I'm on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried I'm headed for the
D-Train ride to Island vacation
to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out windows on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstile I lost my token
Ride the cars pissing, smoking
Head for the last car fluorescent light
Policeman told my "yo put that crack out"
You know you light up when the go down
And then you read the New York Post St. downtown
Same faces day but you don't know their names
people going places on the D-Train

Stop that train, I get on

it
Trench-coat going to work
And be pulling a train like Captain Kirk
Pickpocket gangsters paying their
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie
Overworked and underpaid staring at the
Prostitutes' caught in the slide doors
Now you're tuck the stations
And it seems an eternity
Sweating like in a flophouse fraternity
Fifty-dollar fine for disturbing the
The neck tortoise Lees are creased
Hot cup of and the donuts are Dunkin'
Friday night and Jamaica Queen's
platform never gonna conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my warm
Bust into the conductor's booth and out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the times
Sat from a man readin' El Diario
Riding the train down El Barrio
from the station straight to Orange Julius
I brought a hot dog who - George 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 dreams I have dreamt
Because I'm 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 or damaged beyond cure
Just lyrics I to you recited
Arrested, but cuffed and indicted
Enter the arena as I center stage
The lights set low and the night has 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 but not the last one
I'm am the king and is my castle
Dwell in of now but vidi those of the past
Seen a from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last
And you can bet ass

I drop the L. I'm skiing
I'm and peaking
I put the skis on the roof every single weekend
Can't the mind-fuck when it's rolling along
Can't stop the smooth runnin' when the shit's strong
Broke my bindings, the lion with
Preaching his word in the B. Boy
I am one with myself as I turn to
Prefer the dreams to
I prefer my life don't need no other wife
Don't need no crazy with stress and strife
But it's 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 with my boat and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale with the Stout
Fishing for a line my brain
And out at the world through my window pane
Every day has many colors the glass is stained
has changed but remains the same
So once again the raised and I see myself as clear as day
And I am going to the limits of my destiny
as though somebody were testing me
He who the end from the beginning of time
forward through all the ages
Is, was and shall be
the prophetic sections of the pages

He's in line for the Day

Brooklyn

New York, New York, it's a hell of a
You the Bronx is up and I'm Brooklyn 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 I cut my boss 'cause I don't care
You to get slick, you bust 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 with the hand gun or the
I'm a Buffalo Soldier, broader than
keepin' on I don't care what they say
I play my loud it disturbs my neighbors
I to enjoy the fruits of my labor
'Cause I am the holder of the Bonanza
If you open the book then you will get hand slapped
I am the keeper of the 3-pack
If you ask a question you will get the
Her breast I saw I I felt
M-O-N-E-Y, the
I stay at just like a hermit
I got the but I don't got the permit
You why?
You got a boyfriend and his name is Slick
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp
I ride town 'cause my ride is fly
I shot a man in
to watch him die

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

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

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

I got eyes and Chinese suits
Smokin' Buddha and smokin' much boots
More updated on the lingo
My favorite New Knick was Hawthorne Wingo
Met a at a party and I gave her my card
Man, you know that it Napoleon Bonaparte
out the colors I be buggin' on Cezanne
They call me D Joe Blow the Lover Man
Your face turns red as your glass of
That you on my lyrics as you wasted my time
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 like to butter your muffin I'm not
Serve you on a platter like stuffin'

Here's another one for to peep
called M-I-K-E on the M-I-C

I met girl last night with a peculiar cackle
I the bait and then she took the tackle
Had too to drink at the Red Lobster
Now the is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter
I met a girl that was too finicky
If the press has way then they're going to finish me
You might this but you've never been this see
If I ate then I'd be called Spinach D
I shed light like shed fur
Ride around town like Raymond
I'm so high that call me Your Highness
So if you don't me then pardon my shyness
I live in the Village I go I walk to
I keep my around so I have 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
Adrock's in the house, you gonna do
I go
When MCA's in the house, you gonna do
I go
Hurricane's in the house, what you gonna do
He AWOL
St. in the house, what's you gonna do
Home-1, what you do
Got busy in the house, you gonna do
Bros. in the house, what you gonna do
Warren G. in the house, you gonna do
Lou Gains in the house, what you do
crew, what you gonna do
John Mish in the house, what you do
Killa Cutty in the house, you gonna do
J. in the house
Pat in the house
Richard Consen's in the
night Amsterdamn
Now I you all to break this down
To all the
All the