Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblegoose

When I was young, Mama bought me a
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 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 tale of a 'round my way
He used to clock the block from where my grandma 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 at the party loose
But you can catch a bullet in your

Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, OK, what I write next?
Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success 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 blues
"The friends will make you, too can break you
They plan an execution 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 to sell bang"
"Uh-huh"
"DT's his hand 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 meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you gotta 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
Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the
S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and 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 rims to match, windows bulletproof
One night, he out the car
And caught a 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 catch a bullet in your

You're shootin' in the position
I'm thinkin', "Should I fire or hold on ammunition
On wig transition?"
My mission, like Take 6, is to 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 like a grown man 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, your blood will turn
the color, you holler, bawlin' for your mother
No-one you even though you knock
You to walk around the block with the daily rock
Things done since your spark got hot
Now you got your wocked with your very own Glock

Sit right back and hear a tale of a 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma
BMW with rims to match, windows 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 witcha girl gettin'
But you can catch a in your goose
He caught a bullet in his
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party loose
But you can catch a bullet in goose