Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblegoose

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

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

Sit right and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my stayed
Black BMW rims to match, windows bulletproof
One night, he out the car
And caught a bullet in his
He caught a 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, brings stress
I'm vexed, my rings, collect caller 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 plan an like Fu Manchu"
"Who?"
"You know the from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)"
"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm you"
"Hey yo, cousin Rohann..."
"Uh-huh"
"Who to sell bang"
"Uh-huh"
"DT's found his hand in the of Bennigans"
"What?"
"In a plastic bag a note attached"
"Saying what?"
"A and a half or he won't be back"
"So me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you gotta the harp"
Yo, why they wanna and make me play my part?
they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?
I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a
Traffic's up, who's in town, the Pope?
S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I and looked left
To my surprise, it was my sis, Sedeck

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

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

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 to match, windows bulletproof
One night, he out the car
And caught a bullet in his
He caught a in his bubblegoose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be girl gettin' loose
But you can catch a in your goose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his
You can be at the party gettin'
But you can catch a in your goose