Luyện nghe bài hát B - Boy Bouillabaisse

There's a over there
With brown hair
I took her to the
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 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 and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are 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 Ad-Whammy you're Butkus
One-half science and 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 know she never 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 knots and in residuals
Go to the get the Rolos
The cholos slow and low
Mike on the mic and bust the solo
Mike my stromie be so selfish
Get on the mic cause you know you eat

It's a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy and fried I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride to Island vacation
Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1
be kicking out windows high on cocaine
And I jump the turnstile I lost my last token
Ride the cars pissing, smoking
Head for the last car fluorescent blackout
told my homeboy "yo put that crack out"
You know you light up when the go down
And you read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown
Same faces every day but you don't know their
Party people going on the D-Train

Stop that train, I get on

it
Trench-coat wingtip to work
And you'll be pulling a like Captain Kirk
Pickpocket paying their debts
I caught a bullet in the from Bernie Goetz
Overworked and staring at the floor
Prostitutes' spandex caught in the slide
Now you're tuck the stations
And it seems like an
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 and Jamaica Queen's funkin'
Elevated platform never gonna
over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth and out rhymes
the loud speaker about the hard times
Sat across from a man El Diario
Riding the down from El Barrio
Went from the straight to Orange Julius
I brought a hot dog from who - Drakoulias

M.C. for I am and do
The A is for and the lyrics, true
So as pray and hope and the is sent
And I am living in the dreams that I have
Because I'm down with the three, the unstoppable
Me and Adam and D. born to M.C.
And my and soul and mind are pure
Not polluted or or damaged beyond cure
Just lyrics from I to you
Arrested, bailed but and indicted
Enter the as I take center stage
The set low and the night has come of age
the microphone in hand as that I am a professional
Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed. is
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 glimpse from ahead and I don't 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 roof almost every weekend
Can't stop the mind-fuck when it's rolling
Can't stop the smooth runnin' when the running strong
Broke my bindings, the lion with
his word 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 man's
Don't need no crazy with stress and strife
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 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
day has many colors 'cause the glass is stained
Everything has changed but remains the
So once again the mirror raised and I see myself as as day
And I am to the limits of my ultimate destiny
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
the prophetic sections of the pages

He's in line for the Day

Hello

New York, New York, it's a hell of a
You know the Bronx is up and I'm Brooklyn
Because they know my name they only know my initials
Building in the attic for elected officials
I quit my job, I cut my
You know I cut my 'cause I don't care
You tried to get slick, you bust a little
You're gonna get smacked with my 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 Soldier, broader than Broadway
Keep keepin' on I don't care they say
I play my loud it disturbs my neighbors
I want to enjoy the of my labor
'Cause I am the holder of the Bonanza
If you open the then you will get your hand slapped
I am the of the 3-pack Bonanza
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 but I don't got the permit
You know
You got a boyfriend and his is Slick Nick
Annabelle caught with the 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 post and still insists he a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the post and still 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 insists he sees a ghost

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

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

I got Chinese and Chinese suits
Smokin' much and smokin' much boots
More updated on the hip-hop
My favorite New York was Hawthorne Wingo
Met a girl at a and I gave her my card
Man, you that 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 lyrics as you wasted my
You should be with me, you drop that bum
'Cause I got more flavor Fruit Striped Gum
With that big butt of yours
I'd like to butter your muffin I'm not
you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'

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

I met girl last night with a peculiar cackle
I the bait and then she took the tackle
Had too much to drink at the Red
Now the room is around like the blades of a helicopter
I never met a girl was too finicky
If the press has way then they're going to finish me
You might know this but you've been this see
If I ate spinach then I'd be Spinach D
I shed like cats shed fur
Ride around town Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they call me Your
So if you know me then pardon my shyness
I in the Village wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I someone to talk to
I play my music because you know it's got clout to it
It's a it's got a funky beat and I can bug out to it

DJ
When Mike D's in the house, you gonna do
I go
Adrock's in the house, what you do
I go
MCA's in the house, what you gonna 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
Dust Bros. in the house, what you do
Warren G. in the house, what you do
Lou Gains in the house, what you do
Hollis crew, you gonna do
John in the house, what you gonna do
Killa Cutty in the house, what you do
Jannet J. in the
Pat Bain's in the
Richard in the house
night Amsterdamn
Now I want you all to break this
To all the
All the