Luyện nghe bài hát B - Boy Bouillabaisse

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

Right about now I'd like to 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 cloud the issue
The rhymes are dope an M.C. you must to
People say that they been me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them we used to
You say fuck yo Holmes fuck this
I'm the king you're Dick Butkus
One-half science and another soul
His name's Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly
Got busy in fooled around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie you know she never says no

get on the mic, just 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 riding slow and low
Mike on the mic and bust the solo
my stromie don't be so selfish
Get on the mic you know you eat shellfish

It's 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 I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride to Island vacation
to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out high on cocaine
And then I jump the I lost my last token
between the cars pissing, smoking
Head for the last car 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 Post Fulton St. downtown
Same every day but you don't know their names
Party people going places on the

Stop that train, I get on

it
Trench-coat wingtip going to
And you'll be pulling a train like Kirk
Pickpocket gangsters paying debts
I a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz
Overworked and underpaid staring at the
Prostitutes' spandex caught in the slide
Now tuck between the stations
And it like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse
Fifty-dollar for disturbing the peace
The neck your Lees are creased
Hot cup of and the donuts are Dunkin'
Friday night and Jamaica funkin'
Elevated platform never gonna
Riding the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's and busted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the hard
Sat across from a man El Diario
Riding the down from El Barrio
Went from the station straight to Orange
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 living in the dreams that I dreamt
Because I'm down the three, the unstoppable three
Me and Adam and D. born to M.C.
And my body and soul and are pure
Not polluted or or damaged beyond cure
lyrics from I to you recited
Arrested, but cuffed and indicted
the arena as I take center stage
The lights set low and the has come of age
Take the microphone in hand as I am a professional
Speak my knowledge to the and the ed. is special
For I am a bard but not the 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 gonna last
And you can bet ass

I drop the L. I'm skiing
I'm smoking and
I put the skis on the almost every single weekend
Can't stop the when it's rolling along
stop the smooth runnin' when the shit's running strong
Broke my bindings, the lion with
Preaching his word in the B. Boy
I am one with as I turn to thee
Prefer the to reality
I prefer my don't need no other man's wife
need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
But it's good to have turn to be a 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 line inside my
And looking out at the world through my window
day has many colors 'cause the glass is stained
Everything has changed but remains the
So once again the mirror and I see myself as clear as day
And I am going to the limits of my destiny
Feeling as though were testing 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

Brooklyn

New York, New York, it's a of a town
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 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 gonna get smacked my gold-finger knuckle
being as fly as me is something you never thought of
You'll be up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
I'm a Soldier, broader than Broadway
keepin' on I don't care what they say
I play my stereo loud it disturbs my
I want to the fruits of my labor
'Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack
If you open the book you will get your hand slapped
I am the of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you ask a you will get the answer
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 got the permit
You why?
You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick
caught with the shrimpy limp dick
I around town 'cause my ride is fly
I shot a man in
to watch him die

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

Well if your world was all black and if world was all white
Well then you wouldn't get color out of life now right
Nicknamed Shamrock but my name is not
Girlies on the cause my homie is famous
My is not O'Houigheighi nor is it Brian
If I said that I was now, you know I'd be lyin'
Suckers try to they 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' boots
More on the hip-hop lingo
My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne
Met a at a party and I gave her my card
Man, you know that it said Napoleon
Peepin' out the colors I be buggin' on
call me Mike D Joe Blow the Lover Man
Your face turns red as glass of wine
That you spilled on my lyrics as you my time
You be with me, you should drop that bum
'Cause I got more than Fruit Striped Gum
With that big round butt of
I'd to butter your muffin I'm not bluffin'
Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving

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

I met this girl night with a peculiar cackle
I laid the and then she took the tackle
Had too much to at the Red Lobster
Now the room is spinning around like the 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 never been this see
If I ate spinach I'd be called Spinach D
I shed like cats shed fur
Ride around town like Raymond
I'm so that they call me Your Highness
So if you don't know me pardon my shyness
I live in the Village I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I have 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, what you do
I go
in the house, what you gonna do
I go
MCA's in the house, what you gonna do
I go
When Hurricane's in the house, you gonna do
He AWOL
St. James in the house, what's you do
Home-1, you gonna do
Got in the house, what you gonna do
Bros. in the house, what you gonna do
Warren G. in the house, you gonna do
Lou in the house, what you gonna do
Hollis crew, you gonna do
Mish in the house, what you gonna do
Killa in the house, what you gonna do
J. in the house
Pat in the house
Richard in the house
Good Amsterdamn
Now I want you all to break down
To all the
All the