Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblegoose (Another Version)

When I was young, bought me a guitar
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 corner my

Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Sedeck
I got a story to tell, we go

Sit right and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma
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 bullet in his
You can be at the party 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, 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 will make you, them too can break you
They plan an like Fu Manchu"
"Who?"
"You the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)"
"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm you"
"Hey yo, your Rohann..."
"Uh-huh"
"Who used to bang"
"Uh-huh"
"DT's found his hand in the of Bennigans"
"What?"
"In a plastic bag with a attached"
"Saying what?"
"A million and a or he won't be back"
"So me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you play the harp"
Yo, why they wanna and make me play my part?
Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this into art?
I jumped into my car, there's be a joke
Traffic's backed up, in town, the Pope?
S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I and looked left
To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky

Sit right back and hear a of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block 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 bullet in his
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party loose
But you can a bullet in your bubblegoose

You're in the opposite position
I'm thinkin', "Should I fire or 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 in your eyes
You gonna feel the like a grown man gettin' circumcised
Shalom, shalom, my left
But my right hand's on throat, massaging you to death
You provoke the cycle, call
You're in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh
You hear me Urkel, your will turn purple
Like the color, you holler, bawlin' for your
No-one hears you even though you
You used to walk the block with the daily rock
Things done 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 to clock around the block from where 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 caught a in his bubblegoose
You can be witcha 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 loose
But you can catch a in your goose