Luyện nghe bài hát B - Boy Bouillabaisse

There's a girl over
With long hair
I her to the place
I the mattress in her face
Took off her
off her bra
Took off her
You know I saw?

Right about now I'd like to dedicate this song out to my main homie 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 them like we used to
You say fuck yo Holmes fuck this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy you're Dick
One-half science and another half
His Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
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 pulling in
Go to the movies get the
The cholos slow and low
on the mic and bust with the solo
Mike my stromie don't be so
Get on the mic cause you know you eat

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

Stop train, I wanna get on

it
Trench-coat wingtip to work
And you'll be pulling a like Captain Kirk
Pickpocket gangsters paying their
I caught a bullet in the lung Bernie Goetz
and underpaid staring at the floor
Prostitutes' spandex caught in the doors
Now you're tuck the stations
And it seems an eternity
Sweating like in a flophouse fraternity
Fifty-dollar fine for the peace
The tortoise your Lees are creased
Hot cup of and the donuts are Dunkin'
Friday night and Jamaica funkin'
Elevated never gonna conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my warm
Bust into the conductor's and busted out rhymes
Over the loud about the hard times
Sat across from a man El Diario
Riding the train from El Barrio
Went from the station to Orange Julius
I a hot dog from who - George Drakoulias

M.C. for I am and do
The A is for Adam and the lyrics,
So as and hope and the message is sent
And I am in the dreams that I have dreamt
Because I'm down the three, the unstoppable three
Me and and D. were born to M.C.
And my body and and mind are pure
Not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond
Just lyrics from I to you
Arrested, but cuffed and indicted
the arena as I take center stage
The lights set low and the has come of age
the microphone in hand as that I am a professional
Speak my knowledge to the and the ed. is special
For I am a but not the last one
I'm am the and this is my castle
Dwell in realms of now but vidi of the past
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 and peaking
I put the skis on the almost every single weekend
Can't stop the mind-fuck when it's rolling
Can't stop the smooth runnin' when the running strong
Broke my bindings, the with wings
Preaching his word in the B. Boy
I am one myself as I turn to thee
Prefer the dreams to
I prefer my life don't need no other man's
need 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
what may

I'm with my boat and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale the Guinness Stout
Fishing for a line my brain
And looking out at the world my window pane
Every day has many 'cause the glass is stained
Everything has changed but remains the
So once again the mirror raised and I see myself as as day
And I am going to the limits of my ultimate
Feeling as though somebody were me
He who sees the end the beginning of time
Looking forward through all the
Is, was and shall be
Check the prophetic of the pages

in line 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 they only my initials
Building bombs in the for elected officials
I my job, I cut my hair
You I cut my boss 'cause I don't care
You to get slick, you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get with my gold-finger knuckle
'Cause as fly as me is something you never thought of
You'll be sticking up old ladies the hand 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 want to enjoy the fruits of my
'Cause I am the holder of the Bonanza
If you open the book then you will get your slapped
I am the keeper of the 3-pack
If you ask a you will get the answer
Her breast I saw I reached I
M-O-N-E-Y, the
I stay at home just like a
I got the but I don't got the permit
You why?
You got a and his name is Slick Nick
Annabelle caught the shrimpy limp dick
I ride 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 the post and still insists he sees a ghost
slippin' through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast
He thrusts his fists the post and still insists he sees a ghost

Well if your world was all and if your 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 is not O'Houigheighi nor is it Brian
If I said I was weak now, you know I'd be lyin'
Suckers try to bite try to pursue it

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

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

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

I met this girl last night a peculiar cackle
I laid the bait and then she took the
Had too to drink at the Red Lobster
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 know this but you've never been this see
If I ate spinach then I'd be Spinach D
I shed light like shed fur
Ride around town like Burr
I'm so that they call me Your Highness
So if you don't know me then my shyness
I live in the wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I have to talk to
I play my music loud because you it's got clout to it
It's a trip got a funky beat and I can bug out to it

DJ
When Mike D's in the house, what you do
I go
Adrock's in the house, you gonna 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. in the house, what's you gonna do
Home-1, what you do
Got busy in the house, you gonna do
Bros. in the house, what you gonna do
Warren G. in the house, you gonna do
Lou Gains in the house, what you 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 in the house
Good night
Now I you all to break this down
To all the
All the