Luyện nghe bài hát B - Boy Bouillabaisse

There's a over there
With long hair
I took her to the
I threw the in her face
Took off her
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,

Let's be real and don't cloud the
The are dope an M.C. you must listen to
People say that they been me and missin' 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 Morton Jelly
Got busy in fooled around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie cause you she never 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
out knots and pulling in residuals
Go to the get the Rolos
The cholos riding and low
Mike on the mic and bust with the
my stromie don't 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 nothing to lose so I'm on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried I'm for the station
D-Train ride to Coney Island
Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1
They'll be out windows high on cocaine
And then I the turnstile I lost my last token
Ride the cars pissing, smoking
for the last car fluorescent light blackout
Policeman told my homeboy "yo put crack out"
You know you light up when the lights go
And then you the New York Post Fulton St. downtown
Same every day but you don't know their names
people going places on the D-Train

Stop train, I wanna get on

it
Trench-coat wingtip going to
And you'll be pulling a train like Captain
Pickpocket paying their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Goetz
Overworked and staring at the floor
spandex caught in the slide doors
Now tuck between the stations
And it seems an eternity
Sweating like in a flophouse fraternity
fine for disturbing the peace
The neck your Lees are creased
Hot cup of coffee and the are Dunkin'
Friday night and Jamaica funkin'
Elevated platform gonna conform
over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out
the loud speaker about the hard times
Sat across from a man readin' El
Riding the train from El Barrio
from the station straight to Orange 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 pray and 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 and mind are pure
Not polluted or diluted or damaged cure
Just lyrics I to you recited
Arrested, bailed but cuffed and
Enter the arena as I take stage
The lights set low and the night has of age
Take the microphone in hand as that I am a
my knowledge 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 vidi of the past
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I think it's gonna last
And you can bet ass

I the L. when I'm skiing
I'm and peaking
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
Broke my bindings, the lion wings
Preaching his in the B. Boy sing
I am one with myself as I to thee
the dreams to reality
I prefer my life don't need no other man's
Don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and
But it's good to have 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 with 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 window
Every day has many colors 'cause the glass is
has changed but remains the same
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 beginning of
Looking through all the ages
Is, was and always be
Check the sections of the pages

He's in line for the Day

Brooklyn

New York, New York, it's a hell of a
You know the Bronx is up and I'm Brooklyn
Because they don't know my name they know my initials
bombs in the attic for elected officials
I my job, I cut my hair
You I cut my boss 'cause I don't care
You tried to get slick, you bust a chuckle
You're get smacked with my gold-finger knuckle
'Cause being as fly as me is something you thought of
be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
I'm a Buffalo Soldier, broader Broadway
keepin' on I don't care what they say
I play my loud it disturbs my neighbors
I want to enjoy the fruits of my
'Cause I am the of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book then you will get your hand
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 at home just like a hermit
I got the jammy but I got the permit
You know
You got a boyfriend and his name is Slick
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp
I ride around town 'cause my is fly
I a man in Brooklyn
to watch him die

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

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

I got Chinese eyes and Chinese
Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much
More updated on the lingo
My favorite New Knick was Hawthorne Wingo
Met a girl at a and I gave her my card
Man, you know that it said Napoleon
Peepin' out the colors I be buggin' on
They me Mike D Joe Blow the Lover Man
Your face turns red as 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 more flavor than Fruit Gum
that big round butt of yours
I'd to butter your muffin I'm not bluffin'
Serve you on a platter Thanksgiving stuffin'

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

I met this girl last night with a cackle
I laid the bait and then she took the
Had too much to drink at the Red
Now the room is around like the blades of a helicopter
I met a girl that was too finicky
If the press has their way then they're to finish me
You might know this but you've never this see
If I ate spinach then I'd be called D
I light like cats shed fur
around town like Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they 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 got clout to it
It's a trip it's got a funky 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, you gonna do
I go
When MCA's in the house, what you 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, what you do
Got busy in the house, you gonna do
Bros. in the house, what you gonna do
Warren G. in the house, what you do
Lou Gains in the house, what you do
Hollis crew, you gonna do
John Mish in the house, you gonna do
Killa in the house, what you gonna do
Jannet J. in the
Pat Bain's in the
Richard Consen's in the
Good night
Now I want you all to break down
To all the
All the