Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblegoose

When I was young, Mama me a guitar
A microphone and she I'd go far
She said, "Just it raw, the lyrics hardcore"
to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my

Hey kids, gather around, it's and Melky 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 around the block from my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows
One night, he out the car
And caught a bullet in his
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his
You can be at the party loose
But you can catch a bullet in bubblegoose

Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, OK, what should I write
Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success 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 the I'll street blues
"The friends make you, them too can break you
They plan an execution Fu Manchu"
"Who?"
"You the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)"
"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm you"
"Hey yo, cousin 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 million and a half or he be back"
"So me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 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 be a joke
backed 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, Melky

Sit right back and a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to around the block from 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 gettin' loose
But you can a bullet in your bubblegoose

You're shootin' in the opposite
I'm thinkin', "Should I or hold back on ammunition
On wig transition?"
My mission, like Take 6, is to spread
But all you screwed got me wearin' black gloves
You up in my face, I see the fear in your
You gonna feel the pain like a man gettin' circumcised
Shalom, shalom, my left
But my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to
You provoke the cycle, call
lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh
You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn
Like the color, you holler, bawlin' for mother
No-one you even though you knock
You used to walk around the block with the rock
done changed since your spark got hot
Now you got your knot wocked with very own Glock

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