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, Wyclef and Melky Sedeck
I got a to tell, here we go

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 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 bullet in his
You can be at the party 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 I'll street
"The friends will make you, them too can you
They an execution like Fu Manchu"
"Who?"
"You know the from channel 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 bag with a note attached"
"Saying what?"
"A and a half or he won't be back"
"So me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you play the harp"
Yo, why they wanna and make me play my part?
Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into
I jumped into my car, gotta be a joke
Traffic's up, who's in town, the Pope?
blew the horn, I turned and looked left
To my surprise, it was my sis, Sedeck

Sit right back and hear a tale of a 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma
Black BMW rims to match, windows bulletproof
One night, he out the car
And caught a bullet in his
He caught a in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his
You can be at the gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in bubblegoose

You're shootin' in the position
I'm thinkin', "Should I fire or back on ammunition
On wig transition?"
My mission, like 6, is to spread love
But all you mugs got me wearin' black gloves
You up in my face, I see the fear in eyes
You gonna feel the pain a grown man gettin' circumcised
Shalom, shalom, pardon my
But my right hand's on throat, massaging you to death
You the cycle, call Michael
lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh
You hear me Urkel, your blood turn purple
Like the color, you holler, for your mother
No-one 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 knot wocked with your very own Glock

Sit back and hear 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 caught a in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be witcha gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in goose
He caught a in his bubblegoose
He caught a in his bubblegoose
You can be at the gettin' loose
But you can catch a in your goose