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
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 homie Mike D
Get on the mic, on the mic
Just get on the mic, get on the mic,

Let's be real and cloud the issue
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 that yo fuck this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy you're Dick
One-half and another half soul
His name's Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly
Got busy in fooled around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie cause you know she says no

J-just get on the mic, get on the mic
on the mic, get on the mic Mike

Well, Mike D. is a individual
Pulling out and pulling in residuals
Go to the get the Rolos
The cholos riding and low
on the mic and bust 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. got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy and fried I'm headed for the station
D-Train 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 last
Ride between the pissing, smoking
Head for the last car fluorescent light
told 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 faces every day but you don't know their
Party going places on the D-Train

Stop train, I wanna get on

it
Trench-coat wingtip to work
And you'll be pulling a train like Captain
Pickpocket gangsters paying debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie
Overworked and staring at the floor
Prostitutes' spandex caught in the doors
Now tuck between the stations
And it seems an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse
fine for disturbing the peace
The neck tortoise your Lees are
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are
Friday night and Jamaica funkin'
Elevated never gonna conform
over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth and out rhymes
Over the loud speaker the hard times
Sat from a man readin' El Diario
Riding the down from El Barrio
from the station straight to Orange Julius
I brought a hot dog from who - George

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 mind are
Not polluted or diluted or beyond cure
Just lyrics I to you recited
Arrested, bailed but cuffed and
Enter the arena as I take stage
The set low and the night has come of age
Take the microphone in hand as I am a professional
Speak my to the crowd 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 those of the past
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't it's gonna last
And you can bet ass

I drop the L. when I'm
I'm and peaking
I put the skis on the roof every single weekend
Can't the mind-fuck when it's rolling along
Can't stop the smooth when 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 dreams to
I prefer my life don't need no other wife
Don't need no 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
Come may

I'm fishing with my boat and I'm for trout
Mix the Bass Ale with the Stout
Fishing for a line my brain
And looking out at the world through my pane
Every day has colors 'cause the glass is stained
Everything has but remains the same
So once again the raised and I see myself as clear as day
And I am to the limits of my ultimate destiny
Feeling as though somebody testing me
He who sees the end from the of time
forward through all the ages
Is, was and shall be
Check the prophetic sections of the

He's in for the Disco Day

Hello

New York, New York, it's a hell of a
You know the Bronx is up and I'm down
Because they don't know my name they only my initials
Building bombs in the for elected 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 gonna get smacked with my gold-finger
'Cause being as fly as me is you never thought of
You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the
I'm a Buffalo Soldier, than Broadway
Keep keepin' on I don't care what say
I play my stereo it disturbs my neighbors
I to enjoy the fruits of my labor
I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book then you will get 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 home just a hermit
I got the jammy but I got the permit
You why?
You got a and his name is Slick Nick
Annabelle caught with the limp dick
I ride around town my ride is fly
I shot a man in
Just to him die

He thrusts his fists against the and still insists he sees a ghost
He thrusts his against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
She's 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 was all black and if your world was all white
Well then you wouldn't get much color out of life now
Nicknamed but my name is not Shamus
Girlies on the tippy cause my is famous
My name is not nor is it Brian
If I said that I was now, you know I'd be lyin'
Suckers try to bite they try to it

You explain to a musician, they know it but they do it

I got Chinese eyes and suits
Smokin' much and smokin' much boots
updated on the hip-hop lingo
My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne
Met a girl at a party and I her my card
Man, you know it said Napoleon Bonaparte
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 be with me, you should drop that bum
'Cause I got flavor than Fruit Striped Gum
With that big butt of yours
I'd like to your muffin I'm not bluffin'
Serve you on a platter Thanksgiving stuffin'

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

I met girl last night with a peculiar cackle
I the bait and then she took the tackle
Had too to drink at the Red Lobster
Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a
I never met a girl was too finicky
If the has their 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 light like cats shed fur
Ride town like Raymond Burr
I'm so high that call me Your Highness
So if you don't know me pardon my shyness
I live in the Village wherever I go I to
I keep my friends around so I have to talk to
I play my music loud because you know it's got to it
It's a trip it's got a beat and I can bug out to it

DJ
When Mike D's in the house, what you do
I go
in the house, what you gonna do
I go
When MCA's in the house, what you do
I go
When Hurricane's in the house, you gonna do
He goes
St. James in the house, what's you do
Home-1, what you do
Got busy in the house, you gonna do
Dust Bros. in the house, you gonna do
Warren G. in the house, you gonna do
Lou in the house, what you gonna do
Hollis crew, 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
Consen's in the house
Good night
Now I want you all to this down
To all the
All the