Luyện nghe bài hát B - Boy Bouillabaisse

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

Right now I'd like 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 an M.C. you must listen to
say that they 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 you're Butkus
One-half science and another half
His name's D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
Got busy in fooled 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, D. is a special individual
Pulling out knots and pulling in
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 you know you eat shellfish

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

that train, I wanna get on

it
Trench-coat wingtip going to
And be pulling a train like Captain Kirk
Pickpocket gangsters paying their
I a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz
Overworked and staring at the floor
Prostitutes' caught in the slide doors
Now you're tuck the stations
And it seems like an
Sweating like in a flophouse fraternity
Fifty-dollar fine for disturbing the
The neck tortoise Lees are creased
Hot cup of coffee and the are Dunkin'
night and Jamaica Queen's funkin'
Elevated platform never conform
Riding over the diner I always get my toast warm
into the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the times
Sat across from a man readin' El
Riding the down from El Barrio
Went from the station straight to Orange
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 is sent
And I am in the dreams that I have dreamt
Because I'm down the three, the unstoppable three
Me and Adam and D. were to M.C.
And my body and soul and are pure
Not polluted or diluted or beyond cure
Just from I to you recited
Arrested, bailed but and indicted
Enter the as I take center stage
The lights set low and the has come of age
Take the microphone in as that I am a professional
Speak my to the crowd and the ed. is special
For I am a bard but not the one
I'm am the king and is my castle
Dwell in realms of now but vidi those of the
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's last
And you can bet ass

I the L. when I'm skiing
I'm smoking and
I put the on the roof almost every single weekend
Can't stop the mind-fuck when it's along
stop the smooth runnin' when the shit's running strong
Broke my bindings, the lion wings
Preaching his word in the B. Boy
I am one with myself as I turn to
Prefer the dreams to
I prefer my don't need no other man's wife
Don't need no crazy with stress and strife
But it's good to have 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 with my boat and I'm for trout
Mix the Bass Ale the Guinness Stout
Fishing for a line my brain
And looking out at the through my window pane
Every day has colors 'cause the glass is stained
Everything has changed but the same
So once again the mirror and I see myself as clear as day
And I am going to the of my ultimate destiny
Feeling as though somebody were me
He who sees the end from the beginning of
Looking forward through all the
Is, was and always be
Check the prophetic sections of the

in line for the Disco Day

Hello

New York, New York, a hell of a town
You know the Bronx is up and I'm down
they don't know my name they only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for elected
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 being as fly as me is something you never 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 what they say
I play my stereo loud it my neighbors
I to enjoy the fruits of my labor
'Cause I am the holder of the Bonanza
If you open the then you will 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 just like a hermit
I got the but I don't got the permit
You know
You got a boyfriend and his name is Slick
Annabelle with the shrimpy limp dick
I ride town 'cause my ride is fly
I shot a man in
to watch him die

He his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
He his fists against 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 against the post and still insists he sees a

Well if your was all black and if your world was all white
Well you wouldn't get much color out of life now right
Nicknamed but my name is not Shamus
Girlies on the cause my homie is famous
My name is not 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 explain to a musician, know it but they can't do it

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

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

I met this 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 never met a girl that was too
If the press has their way then they're to finish me
You know this but you've never been this see
If I ate spinach I'd be called Spinach D
I shed light like shed fur
Ride around town like Raymond
I'm so high that they call me Highness
So if you don't me then pardon my shyness
I live in the Village I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I have someone to to
I play my music loud because you know 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, you gonna do
I go
in the house, what you gonna do
I go
When in the house, what you gonna do
I go
When Hurricane's in the house, you gonna do
He goes
St. James in the house, what's you 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, you gonna do
John in the house, what you gonna do
Killa Cutty in the house, what you do
Jannet J. in the
Pat Bain's in the
Consen's in the house
Good Amsterdamn
Now I want you all to break down
To all the
All the