Luyện nghe bài hát B - Boy Bouillabaisse

There's a over there
With long hair
I took her to the
I threw the mattress in her
off her shirt
off her bra
Took off her
You know what I

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

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

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

Well, Mike D. is a individual
out knots and pulling in residuals
Go to the get the Rolos
The cholos riding and low
on the mic and bust with the solo
Mike my stromie be so selfish
Get on the mic you know you eat shellfish

It's 4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Ale
I've got to lose so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and I'm headed for the station
ride to Coney Island vacation
Dedicated to the in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out windows 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 homeboy "yo put that out"
You know you light up when the lights go
And then you read the New Post Fulton St. downtown
Same every day but you don't know their names
Party going places on the D-Train

Stop that train, I get on

it
Trench-coat wingtip going to
And you'll be a train like Captain Kirk
gangsters paying their debts
I caught a in the lung from Bernie Goetz
Overworked and underpaid at the floor
Prostitutes' spandex caught in the doors
Now you're tuck between the
And it like an eternity
like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
Fifty-dollar fine for the peace
The tortoise your Lees are creased
Hot cup of and the donuts are Dunkin'
Friday night and Jamaica Queen's
Elevated platform never conform
over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker the hard times
Sat across from a man readin' El
Riding the train from El Barrio
Went the station straight to Orange Julius
I brought a hot dog from who - Drakoulias

M.C. for I am and do
The A is for and the lyrics, true
So as pray and hope and the is sent
And I am in the dreams that I have dreamt
Because I'm down with the three, the three
Me and Adam and D. were to M.C.
And my body and soul and mind are
Not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond
Just lyrics I to you recited
Arrested, bailed but cuffed and
the arena as I take center stage
The lights set low and the night has of age
Take the microphone in as that I am a professional
my knowledge to the crowd and the ed. is special
For I am a but not the last one
I'm am the king and this is my
Dwell in realms of now but vidi those of the
Seen a from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last
And you can bet ass

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

I'm fishing my boat and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale with the Stout
Fishing for a inside my brain
And looking out at the world through my window
Every day has colors 'cause the glass is stained
Everything has changed but the same
So once again the mirror raised and I see as clear as day
And I am going to the limits of my destiny
as though somebody were testing me
He who the end from the beginning of time
Looking through all the ages
Is, was and shall be
Check the prophetic sections of the

in line for the Disco Day

Hello

New York, New York, it's a of a town
You know the Bronx is up and I'm down
Because don't know my name they only know my initials
Building bombs in the for elected officials
I quit my job, I cut my
You know I cut my boss 'cause I care
You tried to get slick, you a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked with my knuckle
'Cause being as fly as me is something you thought of
You'll be sticking up old with the hand gun or the sawed-off
I'm a Buffalo Soldier, broader than
Keep keepin' on I don't care they say
I play my stereo loud it disturbs my
I to enjoy the fruits of my labor
'Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack
If you open the book then you will get your hand
I am the keeper of the 3-pack
If you ask a question you get the answer
Her I saw I reached I felt
M-O-N-E-Y, the
I at home just like a hermit
I got the but I don't got the permit
You why?
You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp
I ride around town my ride is fly
I shot a man in
Just to him die

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

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

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

I got eyes and Chinese suits
Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' boots
More updated on the hip-hop
My New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo
Met a girl at a and I gave her my card
Man, you know it said Napoleon Bonaparte
Peepin' out the colors I be buggin' on
They me Mike D Joe Blow the Lover Man
Your turns red as your glass of wine
That you spilled on my as you wasted my time
You should be me, you should drop that bum
I got more flavor than Fruit Striped Gum
With big round butt of yours
I'd like to butter your I'm not bluffin'
Serve you on a platter Thanksgiving stuffin'

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

I met girl last night with a peculiar cackle
I laid the 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 has their way then they're going to finish me
You know this but you've never been this see
If I ate then I'd be called Spinach D
I shed light like shed fur
Ride town like Raymond Burr
I'm so high they call me Your Highness
So if you don't know me then pardon my
I live in the wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I have to talk to
I play my music because you know it's got clout to it
It's a trip got a funky 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, you gonna do
I go
When in the house, what you gonna do
I go
When in the house, what you gonna do
He AWOL
St. in the house, what's you gonna do
Home-1, you gonna do
Got in the house, what you gonna do
Bros. in the house, what you gonna do
Warren G. in the house, you gonna do
Lou Gains in the house, what you do
crew, what you gonna do
John Mish in the house, what you do
Killa Cutty in the house, you gonna do
J. in the house
Pat in the house
Richard in the house
Good night
Now I want you all to this down
To all the
All the