Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblegoose (Bakin' Cake 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 story to tell, 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
Black BMW with 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 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, should I write next?
Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success stress
I'm vexed, my phone rings, 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 I'll blues
"The will make you, them too can break you
They plan an 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 found his 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 play the harp"
Yo, why they wanna start and make me play my
Don't they know like Sting, I can turn murder into art?
I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a
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 a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He to clock around 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 caught a in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his
You can be at the party gettin'
But you can catch a bullet in bubblegoose

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

Sit right back and hear a tale of a '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 in his bubblegoose
He caught a in his bubblegoose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be witcha girl 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 gettin' loose
But you can catch a in your goose