Luyện nghe bài hát B - Boy Bouillabaisse

There's a girl over
With long hair
I her to the place
I threw the in her face
Took off her
off her bra
Took off her
You know what I

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 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 yo Holmes fuck this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy you're Dick
One-half science and another soul
His name's Mike D. not Fat Morton Roll
Got busy in Frisco around in Fresno
Got over on your cause 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 slow 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

4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the third
Groggy and fried 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 high on cocaine
And then I jump the I lost my last token
Ride between the pissing, smoking
Head for the last car fluorescent light
Policeman told my homeboy "yo put that out"
You know you light up when the lights go
And then you read the New York Fulton St. downtown
faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people 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 Kirk
Pickpocket gangsters paying debts
I caught a bullet in the lung Bernie Goetz
and underpaid staring at the floor
Prostitutes' spandex caught in the doors
Now you're tuck between the
And it like an eternity
like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
Fifty-dollar fine for disturbing the
The neck tortoise your Lees are
Hot cup of and the donuts are Dunkin'
Friday night and Jamaica Queen's
Elevated platform never gonna
over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out
Over the speaker about the hard times
Sat across a man readin' El Diario
Riding the train down from El
from the station straight to Orange Julius
I a hot dog from who - George Drakoulias

M.C. for I am and do
The A is for Adam and the lyrics,
So as and hope and the message is sent
And I am in the dreams that I have dreamt
Because I'm down the three, the unstoppable three
Me and and D. were born to M.C.
And my body and soul and mind are
Not polluted or or damaged beyond cure
lyrics from I to you recited
Arrested, bailed but cuffed and
Enter the as I take center stage
The lights set low and the night has of age
Take the in hand as that 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 is my castle
in realms of now but vidi those of the past
Seen a from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last
And you can bet ass

I drop the L. I'm skiing
I'm and peaking
I put the skis on the roof every single weekend
stop the mind-fuck when it's rolling along
Can't the smooth runnin' when 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 turn to
Prefer the dreams to
I prefer my life don't need no man's 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
what may

I'm fishing with my boat and I'm fishing for
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 colors 'cause the glass is stained
Everything has changed but the same
So again the mirror raised and I see myself as clear as day
And I am going to the limits of my ultimate
Feeling as though somebody were me
He who sees the end from the beginning of
Looking forward all the ages
Is, was and shall be
Check the sections of the pages

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 don't know my name they only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for elected
I my job, I cut my hair
You know I cut my boss I don't care
You tried to get slick, you a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked my gold-finger knuckle
being as fly as me is something you never thought of
You'll be sticking up old ladies with the gun or the sawed-off
I'm a Soldier, broader than Broadway
Keep keepin' on I care what they say
I my stereo loud it disturbs my neighbors
I to enjoy the fruits of my labor
'Cause I am the of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book you will get your hand slapped
I am the keeper of the Bonanza
If you ask a question you will get the
Her I saw I reached I felt
M-O-N-E-Y, the
I stay at home just like a
I got the jammy but I don't got the
You know
You got a boyfriend and his is Slick Nick
caught with the shrimpy limp dick
I ride around town 'cause my is fly
I a man in Brooklyn
to watch him die

He thrusts his fists against the and still insists he sees a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the 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 world was all and if your world was all white
Well then you get much color out of life now right
Nicknamed Shamrock but my is not Shamus
on the tippy cause my homie 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 try to pursue it

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

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

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

I met girl last night with a peculiar cackle
I laid the and then she took the tackle
Had too to drink at the Red Lobster
Now the room is spinning around like the of a helicopter
I met a girl that was too finicky
If the press has their way then they're going to me
You might know this but never been this see
If I ate spinach I'd be called Spinach D
I shed light like cats fur
Ride town like Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they call me Your
So if you don't me then 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 loud because you know 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. in the house, what's you gonna 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, you gonna do
Lou in the house, what you gonna do
crew, what you gonna do
John in the house, what you gonna do
Cutty in the house, what you gonna do
Jannet J. in the
Pat Bain's in the
Consen's in the house
Good Amsterdamn
Now I want you all to this down
To all the
All the