Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblegoose

When I was young, Mama me a guitar
A microphone and she I'd go far
She said, "Just keep it raw, the hardcore"
Listen to my talk and get up, I'm on the with my

Hey kids, gather around, it's and Melky Sedeck
I got a story to tell, we go

Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler my way
He used to clock around the block from where my stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, bulletproof
One night, he out the car
And a bullet in his bubblegoose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his
You can be at the gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your

Hey yo, hey yo, my in my hand, OK, what should I write next?
Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings
I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect from Jeff
The say, "If you accept, say yes"
"Yes, the deal, son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the I'll blues
"The friends will make you, too can break you
They an execution like Fu Manchu"
"Who?"
"You know the character from 5 kung-fu (wahoo)"
"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm you"
"Hey yo, cousin Rohann..."
"Uh-huh"
"Who used to bang"
"Uh-huh"
"DT's found his in the back of Bennigans"
"What?"
"In a plastic bag a note attached"
"Saying what?"
"A and a half or he won't be back"
"So meet me by the Bridge, 12:00 sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you gotta the harp"
Yo, why they start and make me play my part?
Don't they like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?
I jumped into my car, gotta be a joke
Traffic's backed up, in town, the Pope?
S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I and looked left
To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky

Sit right and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to around the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, bulletproof
One night, he out the car
And caught a in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party loose
But you can catch a bullet in your

shootin' in the opposite position
I'm thinkin', "Should I fire or hold on ammunition
On wig transition?"
My mission, like Take 6, is to love
But all you screwed mugs got me black gloves
You up in my face, I see the in your eyes
You feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised
Shalom, shalom, pardon my
But my hand's on your throat, massaging you to death
You the cycle, call Michael
You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in window, oh oh
You hear me Urkel, your will turn purple
Like the color, you holler, bawlin' for your
No-one you even though you knock
You used to walk the block with the daily rock
Things done since your spark got hot
Now you got knot wocked with your very own Glock

Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler my way
He used to clock around the block from where my stayed
BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
One night, he out the car
And a bullet in his bubblegoose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a in his bubblegoose
You can be witcha gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in goose
He caught a in his bubblegoose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party gettin'
But you can catch a bullet in your