Luyện nghe bài hát B - Boy Bouillabaisse

There's a girl there
With long hair
I took her to the
I threw the in her face
off her shirt
off her bra
Took off her
You what I saw?

Right about now I'd like to dedicate song out to my main 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 cloud the
The rhymes are dope an M.C. you listen to
People say that they missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them we used to
You say fuck that yo Holmes this
I'm the Ad-Whammy you're 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

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 get the Rolos
The cholos slow and low
Mike on the mic and bust with the
Mike my stromie be so selfish
Get on the mic you know you eat shellfish

4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got to lose so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried I'm headed for the
D-Train ride to Coney Island
Dedicated to the in the back of the 1 train
They'll be out windows high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstile I lost my token
Ride between the pissing, smoking
Head for the last car fluorescent blackout
Policeman told my homeboy "yo put that out"
You know you light up when the go down
And then you read the New York Post Fulton St.
Same every day but you don't know their names
Party people places on the D-Train

that train, I wanna get on

it
Trench-coat going to work
And you'll be pulling a train like Kirk
Pickpocket paying their debts
I caught a in the lung from Bernie Goetz
Overworked and staring at the floor
Prostitutes' spandex in the slide doors
Now you're between the stations
And it like an eternity
Sweating sardines in a flophouse fraternity
fine for disturbing the peace
The neck your Lees are creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are
night and Jamaica Queen's funkin'
Elevated platform gonna conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my warm
Bust into the conductor's and busted out rhymes
Over the speaker about the hard times
Sat from a man readin' El Diario
the train down from El Barrio
Went from the station to Orange Julius
I brought a hot dog from who - George

M.C. for I am and do
The A is for Adam and the lyrics,
So as pray and hope and the message is
And I am living in the that I have dreamt
Because I'm down with the three, the unstoppable
Me and Adam and D. were to M.C.
And my body and soul and are pure
Not or diluted or damaged beyond cure
lyrics from I to you recited
Arrested, bailed but and indicted
Enter the arena as I center stage
The set low and the night has come of age
Take the microphone in hand as I am a professional
Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed. is
For I am a but not the last one
I'm am the king and this is my
Dwell in of now but vidi those of the past
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna
And you can bet ass

I drop the L. I'm skiing
I'm and peaking
I put the skis on the roof almost every single
stop the mind-fuck when it's rolling along
Can't stop the smooth runnin' when the shit's running
Broke my bindings, the lion wings
his word in the B. Boy sing
I am one with myself as I to thee
Prefer the dreams to
I prefer my life don't need no man's 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 Ale with the Guinness Stout
Fishing for a inside my brain
And looking out at the world through my pane
Every day has many colors 'cause the is stained
Everything has changed but remains the
So once again the mirror raised and I see as clear as day
And I am going to the limits of my destiny
Feeling as though somebody were 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 line for the Day

Brooklyn

New York, New York, it's a of a town
You know the Bronx is up and I'm down
Because they don't know my name only know my initials
bombs in the attic for elected officials
I quit my job, I cut my
You know I cut my boss 'cause I care
You to get slick, you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked my gold-finger knuckle
'Cause being as fly as me is something you 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 care what they say
I play my stereo loud it my neighbors
I to enjoy the fruits of my labor
'Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack
If you open the book then you will get your hand
I am the keeper of the 3-pack
If you ask a you will get the answer
Her breast I saw I I felt
M-O-N-E-Y, the
I stay at just like a hermit
I got the jammy but I got the permit
You why?
You got a boyfriend and his is Slick Nick
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp
I ride around town my ride is fly
I shot a man in
Just to him die

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

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

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

I got Chinese eyes and suits
Smokin' Buddha and smokin' much boots
More on the hip-hop lingo
My favorite New Knick was Hawthorne Wingo
Met a girl at a party and I gave her my
Man, you that it said Napoleon Bonaparte
Peepin' out the I be buggin' on Cezanne
They call me D Joe Blow the Lover Man
face turns red as your glass of wine
That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my
You should be with me, you drop that bum
'Cause I got more than Fruit Striped Gum
With that big round butt of
I'd like to butter your muffin I'm not
Serve you on a like Thanksgiving stuffin'

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

I met this girl last night with a peculiar
I laid the bait and then she took the
Had too much to drink at the Red
Now the is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter
I never met a girl was too finicky
If the press has their way then they're going to me
You know this but you've never been this see
If I ate spinach then I'd be called D
I shed like cats shed fur
Ride around like Raymond Burr
I'm so that they call me Your Highness
So if you don't know me then pardon my
I live in the wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I have to talk to
I play my loud 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 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. 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, what you do
Warren G. in the house, what you do
Lou Gains in the house, you gonna do
crew, what you gonna do
John Mish in the house, what you do
Killa Cutty in the house, you gonna do
J. in the house
Pat in the house
Consen's in the house
Good Amsterdamn
Now I want you all to break this
To all the
All the