Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblegoose

When I was young, bought me a guitar
A microphone and she I'd go far
She said, "Just it raw, the lyrics 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 to tell, here we go

Sit right back and hear a tale of a 'round my way
He used to clock around the block where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, bulletproof
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 catch a in your bubblegoose

Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, OK, what I write next?
Oh yeah, and if you don't know, brings stress
I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect caller from
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 you, them too can break you
They plan an 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 hand in the of Bennigans"
"What?"
"In a plastic bag a note attached"
"Saying what?"
"A million and a or he won't be back"
"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you play the harp"
Yo, why they wanna and make me play my part?
Don't they know 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, Melky

Sit right back and a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block where my grandma stayed
BMW with rims to match, windows 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 a bullet in your bubblegoose

You're shootin' in the position
I'm thinkin', "Should I fire or hold back on
On wig transition?"
My mission, like Take 6, is to love
But all you screwed got me wearin' black gloves
You up in my face, I see the fear in eyes
You gonna the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised
Shalom, shalom, my left
But my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to
You the cycle, call Michael
You're in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh
You hear me Urkel, blood will turn purple
Like the color, you holler, for your mother
No-one hears you even you knock
You to walk around the block with the daily rock
done changed since your spark got hot
Now you got your 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 grandma
Black BMW with rims to match, bulletproof
One night, he out the car
And a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his
He caught a in his bubblegoose
You can be witcha girl loose
But you can catch a bullet in your
He caught a bullet in his
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party gettin'
But you can a bullet in your goose