Luyện nghe bài hát B - Boy Bouillabaisse

There's a girl over
With brown hair
I took her to the
I threw the mattress in her
Took off her
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
Just get on the mic, get on the mic,

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

J-just get on the mic, 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 riding and low
on the mic and bust with the solo
Mike my don't be so selfish
Get on the mic cause you know you eat

It's a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the rail
eyed and fried I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride to Coney vacation
Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1
They'll be kicking out windows on cocaine
And I jump the turnstile I lost my last token
Ride between the cars pissing,
Head for the last car fluorescent blackout
told my homeboy "yo put that crack out"
You know you up when the lights go down
And then you read the New Post Fulton St. downtown
Same faces every day but you know their names
Party people places on the D-Train

that train, I wanna get on

it
Trench-coat going to work
And you'll be pulling a like Captain Kirk
Pickpocket gangsters their debts
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 like an
Sweating sardines in a flophouse fraternity
Fifty-dollar for disturbing the peace
The neck your Lees are creased
Hot cup of and the donuts are Dunkin'
Friday night and Jamaica funkin'
Elevated platform never gonna
Riding over the diner where I always get my warm
Bust the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker the hard times
Sat across a man readin' El Diario
Riding the train down from El
Went from the station straight to Julius
I brought a hot dog who - George Drakoulias

M.C. for I am and do
The A is for Adam and the lyrics,
So as pray and hope and the is sent
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 polluted or or damaged beyond cure
Just from I to you recited
Arrested, bailed but cuffed and
Enter the arena as I take center
The lights set low and the has come of age
Take the microphone in hand as 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 king and 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. I'm skiing
I'm and peaking
I put the on the roof almost every single weekend
stop the mind-fuck when it's rolling along
Can't stop the smooth runnin' when the shit's running
Broke my bindings, the with wings
his word in the B. Boy sing
I am one myself as I turn to thee
the dreams to reality
I prefer my life don't no other man's wife
Don't need no lifestyle with stress and strife
But it's good to have turn to be a for a day
Or for a week, or for a year, or for a and a day
what may

I'm fishing my boat and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Ale with the Guinness Stout
Fishing for a inside my brain
And looking out at the world through my window
Every day has many colors 'cause the glass is
has changed but remains the same
So once again the mirror and I see myself as clear as day
And I am to the limits of my ultimate destiny
as though somebody were testing me
He who sees the end the beginning of time
forward through all the ages
Is, was and shall be
Check the prophetic 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 Brooklyn
Because they don't know my name only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for officials
I quit my job, I cut my
You know I cut my boss 'cause I care
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 the hand gun or the sawed-off
I'm a Buffalo Soldier, than Broadway
Keep on I don't care what they say
I play my stereo loud it my neighbors
I want to enjoy the of my labor
'Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack
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 reached I
M-O-N-E-Y, the
I stay at home just a hermit
I got the but I don't got the permit
You know
You got a and his name is Slick Nick
Annabelle caught with the limp dick
I around town 'cause my ride is fly
I a man in Brooklyn
Just to him die

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

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

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

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

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

I met this last night with a peculiar cackle
I laid the and then she took the tackle
Had too much to drink at the Red
Now the room is spinning around like the of a helicopter
I never met a that was too finicky
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 spinach then I'd be Spinach D
I shed light cats shed fur
Ride around like Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they call me Your
So if you don't know me then pardon my
I in the Village wherever I go I walk to
I my friends around so I have 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
When D's in the house, what you gonna 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, 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
Bros. in the house, what 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, you gonna do
Killa Cutty in the house, you gonna 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