Luyện nghe bài hát B - Boy Bouillabaisse

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

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 don't cloud the
The rhymes are dope an M.C. you listen to
say that they been missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them we used to
You say fuck that yo fuck this
I'm the king you're Dick Butkus
One-half science and another soul
His name's Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly
Got in Frisco 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, Mike D. is a individual
Pulling out knots and in residuals
Go to the get the Rolos
The cholos riding and low
Mike on the mic and bust with the
my stromie don't be so selfish
Get on the mic cause you know you eat

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 Coney vacation
to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
They'll be out windows high on cocaine
And then I the turnstile I lost my last token
Ride between the cars pissing,
Head for the last car fluorescent light
told my homeboy "yo put that crack out"
You know you light up when the go down
And then you read the New Post Fulton St. downtown
faces every day but you don't know their names
Party going places on the D-Train

that train, I wanna get on

it
Trench-coat going to work
And you'll be a train like Captain Kirk
Pickpocket paying their debts
I caught a bullet in the from Bernie Goetz
Overworked and underpaid at the floor
Prostitutes' spandex in the slide 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 and the donuts are Dunkin'
Friday night and Queen's funkin'
Elevated platform never conform
over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth and out rhymes
the loud speaker about the hard times
Sat across a man readin' El Diario
Riding the train from El Barrio
Went the station straight to Orange Julius
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 and the message is sent
And I am living in the dreams that I have
Because I'm down with the three, the unstoppable
Me and Adam and D. were to M.C.
And my and soul and mind are pure
Not or diluted or damaged beyond cure
Just from I to you recited
Arrested, but cuffed and indicted
Enter the arena as I take center
The set low and the night has come of age
Take the microphone in 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 and this is my castle
Dwell in realms of now but vidi those of the
Seen a glimpse from and I don't 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 weekend
Can't stop the mind-fuck when rolling along
stop the smooth runnin' when the shit's running strong
Broke my bindings, the lion with
Preaching his word in the B. Boy
I am one with as I turn to thee
Prefer the to reality
I prefer my don't need no other man's wife
Don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and
But it's good to turn to be a king for a day
Or for a week, or for a year, or for a and a day
what may

I'm with my boat and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale with the Guinness
for a line inside my brain
And looking out at the world my window pane
Every day has many 'cause 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 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
the prophetic sections of the pages

He's in for the Disco Day

Brooklyn

New York, New York, a hell of a town
You know the Bronx is up and I'm down
Because they don't know my name only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for elected
I quit my job, I cut my
You know I cut my 'cause I don't care
You tried to get slick, you a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked with my knuckle
'Cause as fly as me is something you never thought of
You'll be sticking up old ladies with the gun or the sawed-off
I'm a Soldier, broader than Broadway
Keep keepin' on I don't what they say
I play my stereo it disturbs my neighbors
I want to enjoy the fruits of my
'Cause I am the of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book then you get your hand slapped
I am the keeper of the Bonanza
If you ask a you will get the answer
Her breast I saw I I felt
M-O-N-E-Y, the
I stay at home just a hermit
I got the jammy but I don't got the
You why?
You got a boyfriend and his name is Slick
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp
I ride around town my ride is fly
I shot a man in
Just to him die

He thrusts his against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he a ghost
She's slippin' through his fingers as movin' out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the and still 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 color out of now right
Nicknamed Shamrock but my is not Shamus
Girlies on the tippy my homie is famous
My name is not O'Houigheighi nor is it
If I said that I was weak now, you I'd be lyin'
Suckers try to bite they try to it

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

I got Chinese eyes and suits
much Buddha and smokin' much boots
More updated on the lingo
My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne
Met a girl at a party and I her my card
Man, you that it said Napoleon Bonaparte
Peepin' out the I be buggin' on Cezanne
call me Mike D Joe Blow the Lover Man
Your face turns red as your of wine
That you spilled on my lyrics as you my time
You should be with me, you should that bum
'Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Gum
With that big round of yours
I'd to butter your muffin I'm not bluffin'
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 this girl last with a peculiar cackle
I the bait and then she took the tackle
Had too much to drink at the Red
Now the room is spinning around the blades of a helicopter
I never met a girl 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 cats fur
Ride around town like Burr
I'm so high they call me Your Highness
So if you know me then pardon my shyness
I live in the wherever 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
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, you gonna do
I go
When in the house, what you gonna do
He goes
St. in the house, what's you gonna do
Home-1, what you do
Got in the house, what you gonna do
Dust Bros. in the house, you gonna do
G. in the house, what you gonna do
Lou in the house, what you gonna do
Hollis crew, you gonna 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
Richard in the house
night Amsterdamn
Now I want you all to this down
To all the
All the