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

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

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 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 in his bubblegoose
You can be at the gettin' loose
But you can catch a 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, success 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 heard the street blues
"The friends make you, them too can break you
They plan an like Fu Manchu"
"Who?"
"You know the character from channel 5 (wahoo)"
"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm you"
"Hey yo, your Rohann..."
"Uh-huh"
"Who to sell 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 or he won't be back"
"So meet me by the Bridge, 12:00 sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you play the harp"
Yo, why they wanna start and make me my part?
Don't they know like Sting, I can turn murder 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 the horn, I turned and looked left
To my surprise, it was my sis, Sedeck

Sit right and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, 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 at the gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your

You're shootin' in the position
I'm thinkin', "Should I fire or hold on ammunition
On wig transition?"
My mission, Take 6, is to spread love
But all you screwed mugs got me 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, pardon my
But my right hand's on your throat, you to death
You the cycle, call Michael
You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in window, oh oh
You hear me Urkel, blood will turn purple
Like the color, you holler, bawlin' for mother
No-one you even though you knock
You used to walk around the with the daily rock
Things done changed your 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 bullet in his
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be witcha gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party loose
But you can a bullet in your goose