Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblegoose (Bakin' Cake Version)

When I was young, bought me a guitar
A and she said 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 story to tell, we go

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

Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, OK, what should I write
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 of his voice, I heard the I'll street blues
"The friends make you, them too can break 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 used to bang"
"Uh-huh"
"DT's found his hand in the of Bennigans"
"What?"
"In a plastic bag a note attached"
"Saying what?"
"A million and a half or he be back"
"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you play the harp"
Yo, why wanna start and make me play my part?
Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into
I jumped my car, there's gotta be a joke
Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the
S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked
To my surprise, it was my sis, Sedeck

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

You're shootin' in the opposite
I'm thinkin', "Should I fire or hold back on
On wig transition?"
My mission, like Take 6, is to love
But all you screwed mugs got me black gloves
You up in my face, I see the fear in eyes
You gonna the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised
Shalom, shalom, my left
But my hand's on your throat, massaging you to death
You the cycle, call Michael
You're in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh
You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn
Like the color, you holler, for your mother
No-one hears you even you knock
You to walk around the block with the daily rock
Things changed since your spark got hot
Now you got your knot wocked with very own Glock

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