Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblegoose

When I was young, Mama me a guitar
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 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 a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his
He caught a bullet in his
You can be at the gettin' loose
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, brings stress
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 I'll street
"The friends will make you, them too can you
They plan an like Fu Manchu"
"Who?"
"You know the character from channel 5 (wahoo)"
"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm you"
"Hey yo, your Rohann..."
"Uh-huh"
"Who used to bang"
"Uh-huh"
"DT's his hand in the back of Bennigans"
"What?"
"In a plastic bag a note 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 start and me play my part?
Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into
I into 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, Sedeck

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 a bullet in his bubblegoose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party loose
But you can catch a in your bubblegoose

You're shootin' in the opposite
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 black gloves
You up in my face, I see the fear in eyes
You feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised
Shalom, shalom, my left
But my hand's on your throat, massaging you to death
You provoke the cycle, 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
No-one hears you though you knock
You to walk around the block with the daily rock
Things done since your spark got hot
Now you got your knot wocked with your own Glock

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