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

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

Hey yo, hey yo, my in my hand, OK, what should I write next?
Oh yeah, and if you know, success brings stress
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 street
"The friends will you, them 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, your 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 know like Sting, I can turn murder into art?
I jumped my car, there's gotta be a joke
Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the
S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and left
To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky

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

You're shootin' in the position
I'm thinkin', "Should I fire or hold on ammunition
On wig transition?"
My mission, like Take 6, is to spread
But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black
You up in my face, I see the fear in eyes
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, call
You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in window, oh oh
You hear me Urkel, your blood turn purple
Like the color, you holler, bawlin' for mother
No-one hears you though you knock
You used to walk around the with the daily rock
Things done changed since spark 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 from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with to match, windows bulletproof
One night, he out the car
And caught a in his bubblegoose
He caught a in his bubblegoose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be witcha gettin' loose
But you can a bullet in your goose
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 goose