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"
to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my

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

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

Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, OK, should I write next?
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 street blues
"The will make you, them too can break you
They plan an like Fu Manchu"
"Who?"
"You know the character from 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 a note 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 into my car, there's gotta be a joke
Traffic's up, who's in town, the Pope?
S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and left
To my surprise, it was my sis, Sedeck

Sit right back and a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from my grandma stayed
BMW with rims 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 in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party loose
But you can a bullet in your bubblegoose

You're shootin' in the position
I'm thinkin', "Should I fire or back on ammunition
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 feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised
Shalom, shalom, pardon my
But my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to
You the cycle, call Michael
lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh
You me Urkel, your blood will turn purple
Like the color, you holler, bawlin' for mother
No-one hears you even you knock
You used to walk the block with the daily rock
Things done changed since spark got hot
Now you got your knot wocked with very own Glock

Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler my way
He used to clock the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with to match, windows bulletproof
One night, he out the car
And caught a in his bubblegoose
He caught a in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his
You can be witcha girl gettin'
But you can catch a in your goose
He caught a in his bubblegoose
He caught a in his bubblegoose
You can be at the gettin' loose
But you can a bullet in your goose