Luyện nghe bài hát B - Boy Bouillabaisse

There's a girl over
With long brown
I her to the place
I threw the mattress in her
off her shirt
off her bra
Took off her
You know what I

Right about now I'd to dedicate this 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 don't the issue
The are dope 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 that yo Holmes fuck this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy you're Dick
One-half and another half soul
His name's Mike D. not Fat Morton Roll
Got busy in fooled around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie cause you know she 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 get the Rolos
The riding slow and low
on the mic and bust with the solo
Mike my stromie don't be so
Get on the mic you know you eat shellfish

It's 4:00 a.m. got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the third
Groggy eyed and fried I'm for the station
D-Train to Coney Island vacation
Dedicated to the boofers in the of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out high on cocaine
And then I the turnstile I lost my last token
between the cars pissing, smoking
Head for the last car fluorescent blackout
Policeman told my homeboy "yo put crack out"
You know you light up when the go down
And you read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown
Same faces every day but you know their names
people going places on the D-Train

Stop that train, I get on

it
Trench-coat wingtip to work
And you'll be pulling a train Captain Kirk
Pickpocket gangsters paying debts
I a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz
Overworked and staring at the floor
Prostitutes' caught in the slide doors
Now tuck between the stations
And it like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a fraternity
Fifty-dollar for disturbing the peace
The neck tortoise your Lees are
Hot cup of and the donuts are Dunkin'
Friday night and Queen's funkin'
Elevated platform never gonna
Riding over the where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the booth and busted out rhymes
Over the speaker about the hard 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 who - George Drakoulias

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 living in the dreams that I dreamt
Because I'm down with the three, the three
Me and Adam and D. were to M.C.
And my body and and mind are pure
Not or diluted or damaged beyond cure
Just from I to you recited
Arrested, bailed but and indicted
the arena as I take center stage
The lights set low and the night has of age
Take the microphone in hand as that I am a
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 realms of now but vidi of the past
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's last
And you can bet ass

I drop the L. when I'm
I'm smoking and
I put the on the roof almost every single weekend
Can't stop the mind-fuck it's rolling along
Can't stop the smooth runnin' when the shit's running
Broke my bindings, the lion with
Preaching his word in the B. Boy
I am one with as I turn to thee
Prefer the dreams to
I my life don't need no other man's wife
Don't no crazy lifestyle 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 fishing with my and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale with the Stout
for a line inside my brain
And out at the world through my window pane
Every day has many colors 'cause the is stained
Everything has changed but remains the
So once the mirror raised and I see myself as clear as day
And I am to the limits of my ultimate destiny
Feeling as though somebody testing me
He who the end from the beginning of time
Looking through all the ages
Is, was and always be
Check the prophetic sections of the

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 don't know my name they know my initials
Building bombs in the for elected officials
I quit my job, I cut my
You know I cut my boss I don't 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, broader than
Keep on I don't care what they say
I my stereo loud it disturbs my neighbors
I to enjoy 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 Bonanza
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 but I don't got the permit
You know
You got a boyfriend and his is Slick Nick
Annabelle caught with the limp dick
I ride around town 'cause my is fly
I shot a man in
to watch him die

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

Well if your world was all black and if world was all white
then you wouldn't get much color out of life now right
Nicknamed but my name is not Shamus
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 try to pursue it

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

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

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

I met this girl last night with a cackle
I laid the bait and then she took the
Had too much to at the Red Lobster
Now the room is spinning around 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 know this but you've been this see
If I ate spinach I'd be called Spinach D
I shed light like shed fur
Ride around like Raymond Burr
I'm so that they call me Your Highness
So if you don't know me then 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 loud because you know it's got clout to it
It's a it's 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, what you do
I go
When MCA's in the house, what you do
I go
Hurricane's in the house, what you gonna do
He AWOL
St. James in the house, what's you do
Home-1, you gonna do
Got busy in the house, you gonna do
Dust Bros. in the house, what you do
G. in the house, what you gonna do
Lou in the house, what you gonna do
crew, what you gonna do
John Mish in the house, what you do
Cutty in the house, what you gonna do
Jannet J. in the
Pat in the house
Richard Consen's in the
night Amsterdamn
Now I want you all to break this
To all the
All the