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 keep it raw, the hardcore"
Listen to my talk and get up, I'm on the with my

Hey kids, gather around, Wyclef and Melky Sedeck
I got a to tell, here we go

Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler my way
He used to clock around the block where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with 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 bullet in his
You can be at the party gettin'
But you can catch a bullet in your

Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, OK, what should I write
Oh yeah, and if you don't know, brings 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 street
"The friends make you, them too can break you
They plan an like Fu Manchu"
"Who?"
"You know the from 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 hand in the of Bennigans"
"What?"
"In a plastic bag with a attached"
"Saying what?"
"A million and a half or he be back"
"So meet me by the Bridge, 12:00 sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you gotta the harp"
Yo, why they wanna start and make me play my
Don't they know like Sting, I can 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 the horn, I turned and looked left
To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky

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 to match, windows bulletproof
One night, he out the car
And caught a in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his
He caught a bullet in his
You can be at the party gettin'
But you can catch a bullet in your

You're shootin' in the opposite
I'm thinkin', "Should I fire or back on ammunition
On wig transition?"
My mission, like Take 6, is to love
But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black
You up in my face, I see the fear in your
You gonna the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised
Shalom, shalom, pardon my
But my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to
You provoke the cycle, 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 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 knot wocked with your very own Glock

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 in his bubblegoose
You can be witcha girl loose
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 in your goose