Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblegoose

When I was young, Mama 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 Sedeck
I got a story to tell, we go

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

Hey yo, hey yo, my in my hand, OK, what should I write next?
Oh yeah, and if you know, success 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 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, cousin Rohann..."
"Uh-huh"
"Who to sell 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 meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you play the harp"
Yo, why wanna start and make me play my part?
they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?
I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a
Traffic's up, who's in town, the Pope?
S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked
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 with rims to match, bulletproof
One night, he out the car
And caught a bullet in his
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the gettin' loose
But you can catch a in your bubblegoose

shootin' in the opposite position
I'm thinkin', "Should I fire or hold back on
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 your
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
You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in window, oh oh
You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn
Like the color, you holler, for your mother
No-one hears you even though you
You used to walk around the block the daily rock
Things done 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 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 a bullet in his bubblegoose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be witcha girl loose
But you can a bullet in your goose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party loose
But you can catch a bullet in goose