Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblegoose

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

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

Sit right back and hear a tale of a 'round my way
He used to clock the block from 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 gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in bubblegoose

Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, OK, what should I next?
Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings
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 tone of his voice, I heard the street blues
"The will make you, them too can break 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 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 Bridge, 12:00 sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you gotta the harp"
Yo, why they wanna start and make me my part?
Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this into art?
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 and looked left
To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky

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

You're shootin' in the opposite
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 got me wearin' black gloves
You up in my face, I see the fear in your
You gonna the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised
Shalom, shalom, my left
But my right hand's on your throat, you to death
You provoke the cycle, call
You're in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh
You hear me Urkel, your blood turn purple
Like the color, you holler, bawlin' for your
No-one you even though you knock
You used to walk around the block with the rock
done changed since your spark got hot
Now you got your wocked with your very own Glock

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