Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblegoose (Bakin' Cake Version)

When I was young, Mama bought me a
A and she said I'd go far
She said, "Just keep it raw, the hardcore"
Listen to my and get up, I'm on the corner with my

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

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

Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, OK, should I write next?
Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings
I'm vexed, my rings, collect 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 friends will you, them too can break you
They an execution 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 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 and a half or he won't be back"
"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you gotta the harp"
Yo, why they wanna and make me play my part?
Don't they like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?
I jumped my car, there's gotta be a joke
Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the
S-s-s-s-someone the horn, I turned and looked left
To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky

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 rims 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 at the gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in bubblegoose

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

Sit back and hear 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 caught a in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his
He caught a bullet in his
You can be witcha girl loose
But you can catch a bullet in your
He caught a bullet in his
He caught a bullet in his
You can be at the party loose
But you can catch a bullet in your