Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblegoose (Bakin' Cake 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 with my

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

Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler my way
He used to clock around the block from where my stayed
BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
One night, he out the car
And caught a bullet in his
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 bubblegoose

Hey yo, hey yo, my in my hand, OK, what should I write next?
Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings
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, cousin Rohann..."
"Uh-huh"
"Who used to 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 half or he 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 Sting, I can turn this murder into art?
I jumped my car, there's gotta be a joke
backed up, who's in town, the Pope?
S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked
To my surprise, it was my sis, Sedeck

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

You're in the opposite position
I'm thinkin', "Should I fire or hold back on
On wig transition?"
My mission, like Take 6, is to spread
But all you screwed mugs got me 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 your throat, massaging you to
You the cycle, call Michael
You're 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 around the block with the daily
done 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 where my grandma stayed
BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
One night, he out the car
And caught a bullet in his
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his
You can be witcha girl gettin'
But you can catch a bullet in goose
He caught a in his bubblegoose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party gettin'
But you can catch a bullet in goose