Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblegoose

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

Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky
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 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 bullet in his
He caught a bullet in his
You can be at the gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your

Hey yo, hey yo, my in my hand, OK, what should I write next?
Oh yeah, and if you know, success brings stress
I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect caller from
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 I'll blues
"The friends will make you, them too can you
They an execution like Fu Manchu"
"Who?"
"You know the from 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 his hand 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 me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you gotta the harp"
Yo, why they wanna start and make me my part?
Don't they know like Sting, I can this murder into art?
I into 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 and looked left
To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky

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 bullet in his
He caught a in his bubblegoose
He caught a in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party gettin'
But you can catch a bullet in bubblegoose

You're shootin' in the position
I'm thinkin', "Should I fire or back 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 eyes
You gonna the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised
Shalom, shalom, my left
But my right hand's on throat, massaging you to death
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, for your mother
No-one hears you even though you
You used to walk the block with the daily rock
done changed since your spark got hot
Now you got knot wocked with your very own Glock

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