Luyện nghe bài hát B - Boy Bouillabaisse

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

Right about now I'd like to dedicate this song out to my homie Mike D
Get on the mic, on the mic
get on the mic, get on the mic, Mike

Let's be real and don't the issue
The rhymes are dope an M.C. you listen to
People say that been missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and show them like we used to
You say that yo Holmes fuck this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy Dick Butkus
One-half science and another half
His name's Mike D. not Fat Jelly Roll
Got in Frisco fooled 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 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 you know you eat shellfish

4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose so I'm on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried I'm headed for the
ride to Coney Island vacation
Dedicated to the in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out windows 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 "yo put that crack out"
You know you up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post St. downtown
Same faces every day but you don't their names
people going places on the D-Train

Stop train, I wanna get on

it
Trench-coat going to work
And you'll be pulling a like Captain Kirk
gangsters paying their debts
I caught a in the lung from Bernie Goetz
and underpaid staring at the floor
Prostitutes' caught in the slide doors
Now you're tuck the stations
And it seems like an
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse
Fifty-dollar fine for the peace
The neck tortoise Lees are creased
Hot cup of coffee and the are Dunkin'
Friday night and Jamaica funkin'
Elevated platform never gonna
Riding over the diner where I always get my warm
Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out
Over the loud speaker the hard times
Sat from a man readin' El Diario
Riding the train down from El
Went from the straight 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 living in the that I have dreamt
Because I'm down with the three, the three
Me and Adam and D. born 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
Enter the as I take center stage
The set low and the night has come of age
Take the microphone in hand as that I am a
Speak my knowledge to the 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 those of the
a glimpse from ahead 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 roof every single weekend
Can't stop the mind-fuck when it's along
stop the smooth runnin' when the shit's running strong
Broke my bindings, the lion with
Preaching his in the B. Boy sing
I am one with myself as I turn to
Prefer the to reality
I prefer my life don't need no man's wife
Don't need no crazy lifestyle 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 my boat and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale the Guinness Stout
for a line inside my brain
And looking out at the world through my pane
Every day has many 'cause the glass is stained
has changed but remains the same
So once again the mirror and I see myself as clear as day
And I am going to the of my ultimate destiny
Feeling as somebody were testing me
He who sees the end the beginning of time
Looking through all the ages
Is, was and shall be
Check the sections of the pages

in line for the Disco Day

Hello

New York, New York, a hell of a town
You the Bronx is up and I'm Brooklyn down
Because they know my name they only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for officials
I quit my job, I cut my
You I cut my boss 'cause I don't 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 never of
You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the
I'm a Buffalo Soldier, broader Broadway
Keep keepin' on I care what they say
I my stereo loud it disturbs my neighbors
I want to enjoy the fruits of my
I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book you will 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 at home just like a hermit
I got the jammy but I don't got the
You know
You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick
Annabelle caught the shrimpy limp dick
I ride around '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 insists he sees a
She's slippin' through his fingers as she's out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he a ghost

Well if your world was all and if your world was all white
Well then you wouldn't get much out of life now right
Nicknamed Shamrock but my is not Shamus
Girlies on the cause 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'
try to bite they try to pursue it

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

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

Here's another one for to peep
It's called on the M-I-C

I met this girl last with a peculiar cackle
I laid the bait and then she the tackle
Had too much to at the Red Lobster
Now the is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter
I never met a that was too finicky
If the press has their way then they're to finish me
You might this but you've never been this see
If I ate spinach then I'd be called D
I light like cats shed fur
Ride town like Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they call me Your
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 to talk to
I play my music because you know it's got clout to it
a trip it's got a funky beat and I can bug out to it

DJ
When 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, you gonna do
Got busy in the house, you gonna do
Dust Bros. in the house, you gonna do
Warren G. in the house, what you do
Lou in the house, what you gonna do
crew, what you gonna do
John in the house, what you gonna do
Killa 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