Luyện nghe bài hát The Girlie Had a Mustache

(Get down)

[ VERSE 1: The Fresh ]
I was.. cruisin the avenue, early one Friday
When I saw what I thought was a lady my way
I turned my to ?????????????
And I said, "Hm-hm, me," and she walked past
She was about 5'6", or six and a half
With a like a goddess, man, this girl was bad!
Tight leather pants fit like a drum
And two big - yeah well, she had
from behind she was fine
But when she turned around, her mustache was than mine
At I laughed, cause yo, to me that was funny
But the laughter ceased she said: "Hey honey!"
At first I was confused, I was spell-bound
My mouth wide and my chin on the ground
And then it hit me, like a bolt the sky
I thought: hold up - - this girl is a guy?!
I to get away, I said, "Well, never mind
Maybe I'll see you other time"
But then he grabbed me by my arm and told me I couldn't
And said, "Hey boy, you look mighty in them jeans!"
had to be the most embarrassing thing in the world
My neighborhood was watchin me get beat up by a girl
And when my homeboys came, they let me explain
said, "Prince, you're a sucker, you should be ashamed"
My was busted right along with my eye
Cause my homeboys didn't that this girl was a guy
And in I had to laugh
I can't I didn't notice that this girlie had a mustache

[ 2: The Fresh Prince ]
I remember year, the day was October 5th
And my family went away on a ski trip
And they left and a note by the phone
said: 'Don't have any company till we get home'
No I'm 18! They must be jokin!
And by 10 my was smokin
All of my friends their hands in the air
Screamin (PARTY HERE, PARTY OVER THERE!)
The party was till at least about 5
And as my friends were leaving, were like "Homes, it was live!"
I the party was over, but really was just beginnin
I turned around I thought I was dreamin, I saw four
Dressed in red leather, tight to booties
I gestured with my index finger: here, cuties
I tried to be chill, I didn't wanna em
I said, "Hi, my name's the Prince," said, "Hi Prince, we're your harem"
I didn't waste time, I started shootin the
I said, "Y'all the type of girls I'd like to spend some with"
I upstairs, my adrenaline was pumpin
Till one hit me in the with a lamp or somethin
The next I remember is wakin up nearly dead
another Fred Flintstone lump on my head
Of course I was mad, type of thing can burn at you
They tied me up and they were my furniture
I said, "Yo sweetheart, what's with you?
What kind of stuff is this for a nice girl you to do?"
She turned and smiled and laughed
And that's the way that I that the girlie had a mustache
Not four girls, guys!
They in disguise, it was a set up all the time
I a complete fool of myself that day
My parents were pullin up just as the u-haul was pullin away
They walked in, looked they seen a ghost
There I was, and bound and tied to the bed post
My pop walked in and a brilliant question
"Son, where's the furniture and why is room so messy?"
Sherlock Holmes had been arrived
I said, "What do you think, dad, we were robbed?!"
"I'm tied up, nothing's in one
discuss the facts later, mom, please call the police"
I wanted to have a party, I I was clever
My pop me I was on punishment forever!
And in retrospect I had to
I can't I didn't notice that the girlie had a mustache