Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblegoose (Another Version)

When I was young, Mama 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 corner my

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

Sit right back and hear a of a hustler 'round 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 a bullet in his bubblegoose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party loose
But you can catch a bullet in your

Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, OK, what should I next?
Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success 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 make you, them too can break you
plan an execution like Fu Manchu"
"Who?"
"You know the from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)"
"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm you"
"Hey yo, your Rohann..."
"Uh-huh"
"Who to sell 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 or he won't be back"
"So meet me by the Bridge, 12:00 sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you play the harp"
Yo, why they start and make me play my part?
Don't know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?
I into my car, there's gotta be a joke
Traffic's backed up, in town, the Pope?
S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I and looked left
To my surprise, it was my sis, Sedeck

Sit right back and a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the 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 party loose
But you can catch a bullet in your

shootin' in the opposite 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 wearin' gloves
You up in my face, I see the fear in eyes
You gonna feel the pain 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
lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh
You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn
the color, you holler, bawlin' for your mother
No-one hears you even you knock
You used to around the block with the daily rock
Things done since your spark got hot
Now you got your knot wocked 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 stayed
BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
One night, he out the car
And a bullet in his bubblegoose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his
You can be witcha girl loose
But you can catch a bullet in goose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party gettin'
But you can a bullet in your goose