Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblegoose

When I was young, Mama bought me a
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 corner my

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

Sit right back and a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block where 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 in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party loose
But you can a bullet in your bubblegoose

Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, OK, what should I write
Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success stress
I'm vexed, my phone rings, caller from Jeff
The say, "If you accept, say yes"
"Yes, the deal, son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the of his voice, I heard the I'll street blues
"The friends will you, them too can break you
They plan an execution Fu Manchu"
"Who?"
"You know the character from channel 5 (wahoo)"
"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm you"
"Hey yo, your Rohann..."
"Uh-huh"
"Who to sell bang"
"Uh-huh"
"DT's his hand in the back of Bennigans"
"What?"
"In a plastic bag with a 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 start and make me play my part?
Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into
I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a
Traffic's backed up, in town, the Pope?
S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and left
To my surprise, it was my sis, Sedeck

Sit right and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block where my grandma 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 a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your

You're shootin' in the opposite
I'm thinkin', "Should I fire or hold back on
On wig transition?"
My mission, like 6, is to spread love
But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' gloves
You up in my face, I see the fear in your
You gonna feel the pain like a man gettin' circumcised
Shalom, shalom, pardon my
But my right 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 will turn purple
Like the color, you holler, for your mother
No-one hears you even you knock
You used to walk the block with the daily rock
Things done changed since your got hot
Now you got your knot wocked with 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 grandma
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 caught a in his bubblegoose
You can be witcha girl loose
But you can catch a bullet in goose
He caught a bullet in his
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in goose