Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblegoose

When I was young, Mama me a guitar
A microphone and she 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, gather around, it's Wyclef and Sedeck
I got a story to tell, we go

Sit back 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 a bullet in his bubblegoose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party loose
But you can catch a bullet in bubblegoose

Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, OK, 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 street blues
"The friends will make you, them too can you
They plan an execution Fu Manchu"
"Who?"
"You know the character from 5 kung-fu (wahoo)"
"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm you"
"Hey yo, your Rohann..."
"Uh-huh"
"Who used to bang"
"Uh-huh"
"DT's his hand in the back of Bennigans"
"What?"
"In a bag with a note attached"
"Saying what?"
"A million and a half or he be back"
"So meet me by the Bridge, 12:00 sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you play the harp"
Yo, why they wanna and make me play my part?
Don't they know like Sting, I can turn murder into art?
I jumped into my car, there's be a joke
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, Melky

Sit back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round 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 caught a in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the gettin' loose
But you can a bullet in your bubblegoose

You're shootin' in the position
I'm thinkin', "Should I fire or back on ammunition
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 in your eyes
You feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised
Shalom, shalom, my left
But my right on your throat, massaging you to death
You provoke the cycle, Michael
lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh
You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn
Like the color, you holler, for your mother
hears you even though you knock
You used to walk around the block the daily rock
Things done since your spark got hot
Now you got your knot wocked with your own Glock

Sit right back and hear a of a hustler 'round my way
He to clock 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 caught a in his bubblegoose
You can be witcha girl loose
But you can a bullet in your goose
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 goose