Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblegoose

When I was young, bought me a guitar
A and she said I'd go far
She said, "Just keep it raw, the 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 from my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows
One night, he out the car
And caught a bullet in his
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a in his bubblegoose
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 should I write
Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success 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, cousin Rohann..."
"Uh-huh"
"Who used to bang"
"Uh-huh"
"DT's found his in the back of Bennigans"
"What?"
"In a plastic bag with a 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 start and me play my part?
Don't they know Sting, I can turn this murder into art?
I jumped my car, there's gotta be a joke
backed up, who's in town, the Pope?
S-s-s-s-someone the horn, I turned and looked left
To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky

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

You're in the opposite position
I'm thinkin', "Should I fire or hold back on
On wig transition?"
My mission, Take 6, is to spread love
But all you screwed mugs got me black gloves
You up in my face, I see the fear in eyes
You gonna feel the like a grown man gettin' circumcised
Shalom, shalom, pardon my
But my right hand's on 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, blood will turn purple
the color, you holler, bawlin' for your mother
No-one hears you even though you
You to walk around the block with the daily rock
Things changed since your spark got hot
Now you got knot wocked with your very own Glock

Sit right back and a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my stayed
BMW with 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 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 catch a in your goose