Luyện nghe bài hát B - Boy Bouillabaisse

There's a girl there
With long brown
I her to the place
I threw the mattress in her
off her shirt
off her bra
Took off her
You know what I

Right about now I'd 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 rhymes are dope an M.C. you listen to
People say that they missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and show them like we used to
You say fuck that yo fuck this
I'm the Ad-Whammy you're Dick Butkus
One-half and another half soul
His name's D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
Got busy in Frisco fooled around in
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 individual
out knots and pulling in residuals
Go to the movies get the
The cholos slow and low
Mike on the mic and bust with the
Mike my stromie 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 so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and I'm headed for the station
ride to Coney Island vacation
Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1
They'll be kicking out windows on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstile I lost my last
Ride the cars pissing, smoking
Head for the last car light blackout
told my homeboy "yo put that crack out"
You know you light up the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post St. downtown
Same faces every day but you don't know names
Party people going places on the

that train, I wanna get on

it
Trench-coat wingtip going to
And you'll be pulling a train Captain Kirk
Pickpocket gangsters their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung Bernie Goetz
Overworked and underpaid at the floor
Prostitutes' spandex caught in the doors
Now tuck between the stations
And it seems like an
Sweating like sardines in a fraternity
Fifty-dollar fine for disturbing the
The neck tortoise your Lees are
Hot cup of coffee and the are Dunkin'
Friday and Jamaica Queen's funkin'
Elevated platform never conform
Riding over the diner I always get my toast warm
Bust the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
the loud speaker about the hard times
Sat from a man readin' El Diario
Riding the down from El Barrio
Went from the station to Orange Julius
I brought a hot dog from who - 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 living in the dreams that I dreamt
Because I'm down the three, the unstoppable three
Me and Adam and D. born to M.C.
And my body and and mind are pure
Not polluted or or damaged beyond cure
Just lyrics I to you recited
Arrested, but cuffed and indicted
Enter the arena as I center stage
The lights set low and the has come of age
Take the microphone in hand as I am a professional
Speak my knowledge to the and the ed. is special
For I am a bard but not the one
I'm am the king and this is my
Dwell in realms of now but vidi those of the
Seen a from ahead 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 almost every single weekend
Can't stop the mind-fuck when it's rolling
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 with as I turn to thee
Prefer the to reality
I prefer my life don't no other man's wife
Don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and
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 with the Stout
Fishing for a 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
as though somebody were testing me
He who the end from the beginning of time
Looking forward through all the
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 is up and I'm Brooklyn down
Because they don't know my name they only know my
bombs in the attic for elected officials
I quit my job, I cut my
You know I cut my boss I don't care
You to get slick, you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get with my gold-finger knuckle
being as fly as me is something you never thought of
You'll be sticking up old with the hand gun or the sawed-off
I'm a Buffalo Soldier, broader than
Keep keepin' on I don't what they say
I play my loud it disturbs my neighbors
I to enjoy the fruits of my labor
'Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack
If you open the book you will get your hand slapped
I am the of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you ask a question you get the answer
Her breast I saw I reached I
M-O-N-E-Y, the
I stay at just like a hermit
I got the but I don't got the permit
You know
You got a boyfriend and his is Slick Nick
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy dick
I ride around town 'cause my is fly
I shot a man in
Just to him die

He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the post and insists he sees a ghost
She's slippin' through his fingers as she's movin' out to the
He thrusts his fists against the post and still he sees a ghost

Well if your was all black and if your world was all white
Well then you wouldn't get much color out of now right
Nicknamed but my name is not Shamus
Girlies on the tippy cause my homie is
My name is not nor is it Brian
If I said 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 and Chinese suits
Smokin' much Buddha and much boots
updated on the hip-hop lingo
My favorite New Knick was Hawthorne Wingo
Met a girl at a party and I her my card
Man, you know that it Napoleon Bonaparte
out the colors I be buggin' on Cezanne
They call me D Joe Blow the Lover Man
Your face turns red as glass of wine
That you on my lyrics as you wasted my time
You be with me, you should drop that bum
'Cause I got more flavor than Striped Gum
that big round butt of yours
I'd like to your muffin I'm not bluffin'
you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'

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

I met this girl last night a peculiar cackle
I laid the bait and then she the tackle
Had too much to at the Red Lobster
Now the room is around like the blades of a helicopter
I met a girl that was too finicky
If the press has way then they're going to finish me
You might know but you've never been this see
If I ate spinach then I'd be called D
I shed light like shed fur
Ride around town Raymond Burr
I'm so high they call me Your Highness
So if you don't know me pardon my shyness
I live in the wherever I go I walk to
I keep my around so I have someone to talk to
I play my music loud because you know it's got to it
It's a trip it's got a funky 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, 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, what you do
Warren G. in the house, you gonna do
Lou in the house, what you gonna do
crew, what you gonna do
John Mish in the house, what you 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 break this
To all the
All the