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 and get up, I'm on the corner with my

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

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

Hey yo, hey yo, my in my hand, OK, what should I write next?
Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success stress
I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect caller Jeff
The say, "If you accept, say yes"
"Yes, the deal, son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the of his voice, I heard the I'll street blues
"The friends will make you, 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 in the back of Bennigans"
"What?"
"In a plastic bag with a attached"
"Saying what?"
"A and a half or he won't be back"
"So meet me by the 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, there's be a joke
Traffic's backed up, 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 back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with 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 party loose
But you can catch a bullet in your

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 screwed mugs got me wearin' black
You up in my face, I see the fear in your
You gonna feel the pain like a grown man 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 will purple
Like the color, you holler, bawlin' for mother
No-one hears you even though you
You used to walk around the block with the rock
Things done since your spark got hot
Now you got knot wocked with your very own Glock

Sit right back and hear a of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the 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 caught a bullet in his
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be witcha gettin' loose
But you can a bullet 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 bullet in your