Luyện nghe bài hát B - Boy Bouillabaisse

There's a girl over
With long hair
I took her to the
I threw the in her face
off her shirt
off her bra
Took off her
You know I saw?

about now I'd like to dedicate this song out to my main homie Mike D
Get on the mic, on the mic
Just get on the mic, get on the mic,

Let's be real and cloud the issue
The rhymes are dope an M.C. you listen to
People say that been missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them like we to
You say fuck that yo fuck this
I'm the Ad-Whammy you're Dick Butkus
science and another half soul
His name's Mike D. not Fat Jelly Roll
Got busy in Frisco fooled in Fresno
Got over on your girlie cause you she never says no

get on the mic, just get on the mic
G-get on the mic, get on the mic

Well, Mike D. is a special
Pulling out knots and pulling in
Go to the get the Rolos
The riding slow and low
Mike on the mic and bust with the
my stromie don't be so selfish
Get on the mic you know you eat shellfish

4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the third
Groggy eyed and fried I'm headed for the
D-Train ride to Island vacation
Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1
They'll be kicking out high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstile I lost my token
Ride between the pissing, smoking
Head for the last car light blackout
Policeman told my "yo put that crack out"
You know you light up when the go down
And then you read the New York Post Fulton St.
Same faces every day but you don't know names
Party going places on the D-Train

Stop train, I wanna get on

it
Trench-coat going to work
And you'll be a train like Captain Kirk
Pickpocket gangsters paying their
I caught a bullet in the from Bernie Goetz
and underpaid staring at the floor
Prostitutes' caught in the slide doors
Now you're tuck the stations
And it like an eternity
Sweating like in a flophouse fraternity
fine for disturbing the peace
The neck tortoise your are creased
Hot cup of and the donuts are Dunkin'
Friday night and Jamaica Queen's
Elevated platform never conform
Riding over the where I always get my toast warm
into the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
Over the loud about the hard times
Sat across a man readin' El Diario
Riding the train down from El
Went from the station straight to Julius
I brought a hot dog who - George Drakoulias

M.C. for I am and do
The A is for Adam and the lyrics,
So as pray and and the message is sent
And I am living in the dreams that I dreamt
Because I'm down the three, the unstoppable three
Me and Adam and D. born to M.C.
And my body and soul and mind are
Not or diluted or damaged beyond cure
lyrics from I to you recited
Arrested, but cuffed and indicted
Enter the arena as I take center
The lights set low and the night has of age
Take the microphone in hand as I am a professional
Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed. is
For I am a but not the last one
I'm am the king and is my castle
in realms of now but vidi those of the past
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't it's gonna last
And you can bet ass

I drop the L. I'm skiing
I'm smoking and
I put the skis on the roof almost every weekend
Can't stop the mind-fuck when it's along
Can't stop the smooth runnin' when the running strong
Broke my bindings, the lion with
his word in the B. Boy sing
I am one myself as I turn to thee
Prefer the dreams to
I prefer my life don't no other man's wife
Don't need no crazy lifestyle stress and strife
But it's good to have to be a king for a day
Or for a week, or for a year, or for a and a day
Come may

I'm with my boat and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale with the Stout
Fishing for a line inside my
And looking out at the through my window pane
Every day has many colors 'cause the is stained
Everything has but remains the same
So again the mirror raised and I see myself as clear as day
And I am to the limits of my ultimate destiny
Feeling as though somebody were me
He who the end from the beginning of time
Looking forward through all the
Is, was and always be
Check the prophetic sections of the

He's in line for the Day

Brooklyn

New York, New York, a hell of a town
You know the Bronx is up and I'm Brooklyn
Because they don't know my name only know my initials
bombs in the attic for elected officials
I my job, I cut my hair
You know I cut my boss 'cause I don't
You to get slick, you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked with my gold-finger
'Cause being as fly as me is something you thought of
You'll be sticking up old ladies the hand gun or the sawed-off
I'm a Buffalo Soldier, than Broadway
Keep keepin' on I don't what they say
I play my loud it disturbs my neighbors
I want to enjoy the fruits of my
'Cause I am the holder of the Bonanza
If you open the book then you will get hand slapped
I am the keeper of the Bonanza
If you ask a question you get the answer
Her breast I saw I I felt
M-O-N-E-Y, the
I stay at home just like a
I got the jammy but I don't got the
You why?
You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick
caught with the shrimpy limp dick
I ride around 'cause my ride is fly
I a man in Brooklyn
Just to him die

He his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the and still insists he sees a ghost
She's slippin' through his fingers as she's out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he a ghost

Well if your world was all and if your world was all white
Well then you wouldn't get much color out of life now
Nicknamed Shamrock but my name is not
on the tippy cause my homie is famous
My name is not O'Houigheighi nor is it
If I that I was weak now, you know I'd be lyin'
try to bite they try to pursue it

You explain to a musician, know it but they can't do it

I got eyes and Chinese suits
Smokin' Buddha and smokin' much boots
updated on the hip-hop lingo
My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne
Met a at a party and I gave her my card
Man, you know that it Napoleon Bonaparte
Peepin' out the I be buggin' on Cezanne
They call me Mike D Joe Blow the Man
face turns red as your glass of wine
That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my
You should be me, you should drop that bum
'Cause I got more than Fruit Striped Gum
With that big round of yours
I'd like to your muffin I'm not bluffin'
Serve you on a like Thanksgiving stuffin'

Here's another one for y'all to
called M-I-K-E on the M-I-C

I met this girl last night with a cackle
I the bait and then she took the tackle
Had too much to at the Red Lobster
Now the is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter
I never met a that was too finicky
If the press has their way then going to finish me
You might this but you've never been this see
If I ate spinach then I'd be Spinach D
I light like cats shed fur
Ride around like Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they call me Highness
So if you don't know me then my shyness
I in the Village wherever I go I walk to
I my friends around so I have someone to talk to
I play my music because you know it's got clout to it
It's a trip it's got a beat and I can bug out to it

DJ
When Mike D's in the house, you gonna do
I go
Adrock's in the house, what you do
I go
MCA's in the house, what you gonna do
I go
When Hurricane's in the house, what you do
He goes
St. in the house, what's you gonna do
Home-1, what you do
Got busy in the house, what you do
Dust Bros. in the house, what you do
G. in the house, what you gonna do
Lou in the house, what you gonna do
Hollis crew, what you do
Mish in the house, what you gonna do
Killa Cutty in the house, you gonna do
Jannet J. in the
Pat in the house
Consen's in the house
Good night
Now I want you all to this down
To all the
All the