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 with my

Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and 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
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 loose
But you can a bullet 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 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 blues
"The friends will make you, too can break you
plan an execution 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 to sell bang"
"Uh-huh"
"DT's found his hand in the 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 Brooklyn Bridge, sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you gotta the harp"
Yo, why they wanna start and make me play my
they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?
I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a
backed up, who's in town, the Pope?
S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and left
To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky

Sit right and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to 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 bullet in his
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party gettin'
But you can a bullet in your bubblegoose

shootin' in the opposite position
I'm thinkin', "Should I or hold back on ammunition
On wig transition?"
My mission, Take 6, is to spread love
But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black
You up in my face, I see the in your eyes
You gonna feel the like a grown man gettin' circumcised
Shalom, shalom, my left
But my hand's on your throat, massaging you to death
You the cycle, call Michael
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 your
hears you even though you knock
You used to around the block with the daily rock
Things changed since your spark got hot
Now you got your knot wocked 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 rims to match, windows bulletproof
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 girl gettin' 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 catch a in your goose