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, around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck
I got a to tell, here we go

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 with rims to match, bulletproof
One night, he out the car
And caught a in his bubblegoose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party loose
But you can a bullet in your bubblegoose

Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, OK, 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 tone of his voice, I the I'll street blues
"The friends will make you, too can break you
They plan an like Fu Manchu"
"Who?"
"You know the character channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)"
"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm you"
"Hey yo, your Rohann..."
"Uh-huh"
"Who to sell bang"
"Uh-huh"
"DT's found his in the back of Bennigans"
"What?"
"In a plastic bag a note 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 start and make me play my part?
Don't they know like Sting, I can turn murder into art?
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 back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows
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 at the party gettin'
But you can a bullet in your bubblegoose

You're shootin' in the position
I'm thinkin', "Should I fire or hold 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 eyes
You gonna the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised
Shalom, shalom, my left
But my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to
You the cycle, call Michael
lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh
You me Urkel, your blood will turn purple
the color, you holler, bawlin' for your mother
No-one hears you even you knock
You used to walk around the block the daily rock
Things changed since your spark got hot
Now you got your knot wocked with your own Glock

Sit back and hear a tale of a hustler '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 caught a bullet in his
He caught a in his bubblegoose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be witcha girl gettin'
But you can catch a bullet in your
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his
You can be at the party gettin'
But you can catch a bullet in your