Luyện nghe bài hát B - Boy Bouillabaisse

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

Let's be real and don't cloud the
The rhymes are dope an M.C. you listen to
People say that they been missin' me and you
Get on the mic and let's show like we used to
You say fuck yo Holmes fuck this
I'm the king you're Dick Butkus
science and another half soul
His name's Mike D. not Fat Jelly Roll
Got busy in Frisco around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie you know she never says no

J-just get on the mic, 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 with the solo
Mike my don't be so selfish
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 on the third rail
Groggy eyed and I'm headed for the station
ride to Coney Island vacation
Dedicated to the boofers in the of the 1 train
They'll be out windows high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstile I lost my token
Ride the cars pissing, smoking
Head for the last car light blackout
Policeman my homeboy "yo put that crack out"
You you light up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Fulton St. downtown
Same 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 wingtip going to
And you'll be a train like Captain Kirk
Pickpocket paying their debts
I a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz
Overworked and staring at the floor
Prostitutes' spandex in the slide doors
Now tuck between the stations
And it seems an eternity
Sweating like in a flophouse fraternity
Fifty-dollar fine for disturbing the
The neck tortoise your are creased
Hot cup of and the donuts are Dunkin'
night and Jamaica Queen's funkin'
Elevated platform never gonna
Riding the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's and busted out rhymes
the loud speaker about the hard times
Sat across a man readin' El Diario
Riding the train down El Barrio
Went from the station straight to 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 and hope and the message is sent
And I am living in the that I have dreamt
Because I'm with the three, the unstoppable three
Me and Adam and D. were to M.C.
And my body and soul and are pure
Not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond
Just from I to you recited
Arrested, bailed but and indicted
Enter the as I take center stage
The set low and the night has come of age
the microphone in hand as that I am a professional
Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed. is
For I am a bard but not the one
I'm am the and this is my castle
in realms of now but vidi those of the past
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's last
And you can bet ass

I the L. when 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
Can't stop the smooth runnin' the shit's running strong
my bindings, the lion with wings
Preaching his in the B. Boy sing
I am one myself as I turn to thee
Prefer the to reality
I prefer my life don't need no other wife
Don't no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
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 the Guinness Stout
Fishing for a line inside my
And out at the world through my window 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 to the limits of my ultimate destiny
Feeling as though somebody were me
He who sees the end from the of time
forward through all the ages
Is, was and always be
Check the prophetic sections of the

in line for the Disco Day

Hello

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 they know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for officials
I quit my job, I cut my
You know I cut my boss 'cause I don't
You tried to get slick, you a little chuckle
You're get smacked with my gold-finger knuckle
'Cause as fly as me is something you never thought of
You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the
I'm a Buffalo Soldier, than Broadway
keepin' on I don't care what they say
I play my stereo loud it disturbs my
I want to enjoy the of my labor
'Cause I am the of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book then you will get hand slapped
I am the keeper of the Bonanza
If you ask a you will get the answer
Her I saw I reached 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 and his name is Slick Nick
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy dick
I ride around town 'cause my is fly
I a man in Brooklyn
to watch him die

He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a
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 his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost

if your world was all black and if your world was all white
Well you wouldn't get much color out of life now right
Shamrock but my name is not Shamus
Girlies on the cause my homie is famous
My name is not nor is it Brian
If I said that I was weak now, you I'd be lyin'
Suckers try to they try to pursue it

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

I got Chinese eyes and Chinese
Smokin' much and smokin' much boots
More updated on the lingo
My favorite New York Knick was Wingo
Met a girl at a party and I her my card
Man, you know that it 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 glass of
That you spilled on my as you wasted my time
You be with me, you should drop that bum
'Cause I got more flavor Fruit Striped Gum
With big round butt of yours
I'd like to butter muffin I'm not bluffin'
you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'

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

I met this girl last with a peculiar cackle
I laid the and then she took the tackle
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 has their way then they're going to finish me
You might this but you've never been this see
If I ate then I'd be called Spinach D
I shed light like shed fur
around town like Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they call me Your
So if you know me then pardon my shyness
I live in the Village I go I walk to
I keep my friends so I have someone 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
Mike D's in the house, what you gonna do
I go
Adrock's in the house, what you do
I go
When in the house, what you gonna do
I go
When Hurricane's in the house, what you do
He AWOL
St. James in the house, what's you do
Home-1, you gonna do
Got in the house, what 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, you gonna do
Killa in the house, what you gonna do
J. in the house
Pat in the house
Richard in the house
Good night
Now I want you all to this down
To all the
All the