Luyện nghe bài hát B - Boy Bouillabaisse

There's a girl there
With brown hair
I her to the place
I the mattress in her face
off her shirt
off her bra
Took off her
You what 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
Just get on the mic, get on the mic,

be real and don't cloud the issue
The are dope an M.C. you must listen to
People say 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 Butkus
One-half science and another half
His name's Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly
Got in Frisco fooled around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie cause you she never 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 special
Pulling out knots and pulling in
Go to the movies get the
The cholos riding and low
Mike on the mic and bust with the
Mike my stromie don't be so
Get on the mic cause you you eat shellfish

It's a.m. I've 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 ride to Island vacation
Dedicated to the in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out high on cocaine
And I jump the turnstile I lost my last token
Ride between the pissing, smoking
Head for the car fluorescent light blackout
Policeman told my "yo put that crack out"
You know you light up when the go down
And then you the New York Post Fulton St. downtown
faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people going places on the

that train, I wanna get on

it
Trench-coat wingtip to work
And you'll be pulling a like Captain Kirk
Pickpocket paying their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie
Overworked and underpaid at the floor
Prostitutes' spandex caught in the doors
Now you're tuck the stations
And it like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse
fine for disturbing the peace
The neck your Lees are creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are
Friday night and Jamaica funkin'
Elevated platform never conform
Riding the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out
Over the loud speaker about the times
Sat across from a man El Diario
Riding the train from 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 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 the three, the unstoppable three
Me and Adam and D. were to M.C.
And my body and and mind are pure
Not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond
Just from I to you recited
Arrested, but cuffed and indicted
the arena as I take center stage
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 king and 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 drop the L. I'm skiing
I'm smoking and
I put the skis on the almost every single weekend
Can't stop the mind-fuck when it's along
Can't stop the runnin' when the shit's running strong
Broke my bindings, the with wings
his word in the B. Boy sing
I am one myself as I turn to thee
Prefer the dreams to
I prefer my don't need no other man's wife
Don't need no crazy lifestyle 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 Bass Ale with the Guinness
for a line inside my brain
And looking out at the through my window pane
Every day has colors 'cause the glass is stained
has changed but remains the same
So once again the mirror raised and I see as clear as day
And I am to the limits of my ultimate destiny
Feeling as somebody were testing me
He who the end from the beginning of time
forward through all the ages
Is, was and always be
the prophetic sections of the pages

He's in for the Disco Day

Hello

New York, New York, a hell of a town
You know the is up and I'm Brooklyn down
Because they don't my name they only know my initials
bombs in the attic for elected officials
I my job, I cut my hair
You know I cut my boss 'cause I don't
You tried to get slick, you bust a chuckle
You're gonna get smacked my gold-finger knuckle
'Cause being as fly as me is something you never of
be sticking up old ladies with the hand 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 loud it disturbs my
I want to enjoy the of my labor
'Cause I am the holder of the Bonanza
If you open the book then you will get your hand
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 jammy but I don't got the
You know
You got a boyfriend and his name is Slick
Annabelle caught the shrimpy limp dick
I ride town 'cause my ride is fly
I shot a man in
Just to him die

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

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

I got Chinese eyes and Chinese
Smokin' much and smokin' much boots
updated on the hip-hop lingo
My favorite New Knick was Hawthorne Wingo
Met a girl at a and I gave her my card
Man, you that it said Napoleon Bonaparte
Peepin' out the colors I be on Cezanne
They me Mike D Joe Blow the Lover Man
Your face turns red as your glass of
That you spilled on my as you wasted my time
You should be with me, you should that bum
'Cause I got more than Fruit Striped Gum
With big round butt of yours
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 peculiar
I laid the bait and then she took the
Had too to drink at the Red Lobster
Now the room is spinning around the blades of a helicopter
I never met a girl was too finicky
If the press has their way then 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 like cats shed fur
Ride around town like Raymond
I'm so high that call me Your Highness
So if you don't know me then my shyness
I live in the Village wherever I go I to
I keep my friends around so I someone to talk to
I play my music loud you know it's got clout to it
It's a trip it's got a funky 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, you gonna do
I go
When in the house, what you gonna do
He AWOL
St. James in the house, you gonna 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, what you do
Lou Gains in the house, 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 Bain's in the
Richard in the house
Good Amsterdamn
Now I want you all to break this
To all the
All the