Luyện nghe bài hát B - Boy Bouillabaisse

There's a girl over
long brown hair
I took her to the
I threw the in her face
Took off her
off her bra
Took off her
You know I saw?

Right now I'd like 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,

be real and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are dope an M.C. you listen to
say that they been missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them we used to
You say fuck that yo fuck this
I'm the Ad-Whammy you're Dick Butkus
science and another half soul
His Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
Got busy in Frisco fooled in Fresno
Got on your girlie 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, D. is a special individual
Pulling out and pulling in residuals
Go to the movies get the
The cholos riding and low
Mike on the mic and bust the solo
Mike my stromie be so selfish
Get on the mic you know you eat shellfish

It's 4:00 a.m. 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 of the 1 train
be kicking out windows high on cocaine
And then I jump the I lost my last token
Ride between the pissing, smoking
for the last car fluorescent light blackout
Policeman told my homeboy "yo put crack out"
You know you light up the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post St. downtown
faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people going on the D-Train

Stop that train, I get on

it
Trench-coat wingtip going to
And you'll be pulling a train Captain Kirk
Pickpocket gangsters paying debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Goetz
Overworked and staring at the floor
Prostitutes' spandex caught in the doors
Now tuck between the stations
And it like an eternity
Sweating like in a flophouse fraternity
Fifty-dollar fine for disturbing the
The neck tortoise your are creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are
Friday night and Jamaica funkin'
platform never gonna conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast
Bust the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the times
Sat across from a man readin' El
Riding the train from El Barrio
Went from the station straight to Orange
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 dreams that I have
Because I'm down with the three, the unstoppable
Me and Adam and D. born to M.C.
And my body and soul and mind are
Not polluted or or damaged beyond cure
Just lyrics from I to you
Arrested, bailed but and indicted
the arena as I take center stage
The lights set low and the night has 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 but not the last one
I'm am the king and this is my
Dwell in realms of now but vidi of the past
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think 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 almost every weekend
Can't stop the mind-fuck when rolling along
Can't the smooth runnin' 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
the dreams to reality
I my life don't need no other man's wife
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 Guinness
Fishing for a line inside my
And looking out at the world through my window
Every day has many 'cause the glass is stained
Everything has changed but remains the
So again the mirror raised and I see myself as clear as day
And I am going to the of my ultimate destiny
Feeling as though were testing me
He who sees the end the beginning of time
forward through all the ages
Is, was and always be
Check the prophetic of the pages

in line for the Disco Day

Hello

New York, New York, it's a of a town
You know the Bronx is up and I'm Brooklyn
they don't know my name they only know 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 to get slick, you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get with my gold-finger knuckle
'Cause being as fly as me is something you never of
be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
I'm a Buffalo Soldier, broader than
Keep keepin' on I don't what they say
I play my stereo it disturbs my neighbors
I want to the fruits of my labor
'Cause I am the of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book then you will get hand slapped
I am the keeper of the Bonanza
If you ask a question you will get the
Her breast I saw I 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 why?
You got a and his name is Slick Nick
Annabelle with the shrimpy limp dick
I ride around town my ride is fly
I shot a man in
to watch him die

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

Well if world was all black and if your world was all white
Well then you wouldn't get much color out of now right
Nicknamed Shamrock but my name is not
on the tippy cause my homie is famous
My name is not O'Houigheighi nor is it
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, they know it but can't do it

I got Chinese eyes and suits
Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' boots
More updated on the lingo
My New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo
Met a girl at a party and I gave her my
Man, you know that it Napoleon Bonaparte
out the colors I be buggin' on Cezanne
They call me Mike D Joe the Lover Man
Your face red as your glass of wine
That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my
You should be with me, you should drop bum
'Cause I got more flavor than Striped Gum
With big round butt of yours
I'd like to butter your I'm not bluffin'
you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'

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

I met this 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 blades of a
I never met a girl was too finicky
If the press has their way they're going to finish me
You might know but you've never been this see
If I ate spinach I'd be called Spinach D
I shed like cats shed fur
Ride around like Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they call me Highness
So if you don't know me then my shyness
I live in the Village wherever I go I to
I keep my friends so I have someone to talk to
I my music 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
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, what you do
I go
When Hurricane's in the house, what you do
He goes
St. James in the house, what's you do
Home-1, what you do
Got busy in the house, what you do
Dust Bros. in the house, what you do
G. in the house, what you gonna do
Lou Gains in the house, you gonna do
Hollis crew, you gonna do
John Mish in the house, you gonna do
Cutty in the house, what you gonna do
Jannet J. in the
Pat in the house
Richard Consen's in the
night Amsterdamn
Now I want you all to break this
To all the
All the