Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblegoose (Another Version)

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

Sit right back and hear a of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block where my grandma stayed
BMW with 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 party loose
But you can a bullet in your bubblegoose

Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, OK, what should I next?
Oh yeah, and if you don't know, brings stress
I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect 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 the I'll street blues
"The friends will make you, them too can you
They an execution like Fu Manchu"
"Who?"
"You know the character channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)"
"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm you"
"Hey yo, cousin 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 me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you gotta the harp"
Yo, why they wanna start and make me my part?
Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this into art?
I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a
Traffic's backed up, in town, the Pope?
blew the horn, I turned and looked left
To my surprise, it was my sis, Sedeck

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 rims to match, windows
One night, he out the car
And a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a in his bubblegoose
He caught a in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party gettin'
But you can a bullet 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 in your eyes
You gonna feel the pain like a grown man circumcised
Shalom, shalom, pardon my
But my hand's on your throat, massaging you to death
You provoke the cycle, Michael
You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in window, oh oh
You hear me Urkel, your will turn purple
Like the color, you holler, for your mother
No-one hears you though you knock
You to walk around the block with the daily rock
Things changed since your spark got hot
Now you got your knot with your very own Glock

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