Luyện nghe bài hát B - Boy Bouillabaisse

There's a girl there
long brown hair
I took her to the
I the mattress in her face
off her shirt
off her bra
Took off her
You what I saw?

Right about now I'd like to dedicate this song out to my 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 are dope an M.C. you must listen to
People say that they been missin' me and you
Get on the mic and let's show them we used to
You say fuck that yo Holmes fuck
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 your girlie cause you 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
Pulling out knots and pulling in
Go to the movies get the
The cholos riding and low
on the mic and bust with the solo
Mike my stromie be so selfish
Get on the mic cause you you eat shellfish

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

Stop that train, I get on

it
Trench-coat wingtip to work
And you'll be a train like Captain Kirk
Pickpocket gangsters their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung Bernie Goetz
Overworked and underpaid staring at the
Prostitutes' spandex caught in the doors
Now you're tuck the stations
And it seems like an
Sweating like in a flophouse fraternity
Fifty-dollar fine for the peace
The neck your Lees are creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are
Friday night and Jamaica Queen's
Elevated never gonna conform
Riding the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's and busted out rhymes
Over the loud about the hard times
Sat from a man readin' El Diario
Riding the train from El Barrio
Went from the station straight to Orange
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 hope and the is sent
And I am living in the dreams that I dreamt
Because I'm with the three, the unstoppable three
Me and and D. were born to M.C.
And my body and and mind are pure
Not or diluted or damaged beyond cure
Just lyrics from I to you
Arrested, but cuffed and indicted
Enter the arena as I center stage
The set low and the night has come of age
Take the microphone in as that I am a professional
Speak my 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 glimpse from ahead and I don't it's gonna last
And you can bet ass

I the L. when I'm skiing
I'm smoking and
I put the skis on the roof almost every single
Can't stop the when it's rolling along
Can't stop the smooth runnin' the shit's running strong
Broke my bindings, the lion with
his word in the B. Boy sing
I am one myself as I turn to thee
the dreams to reality
I prefer my life don't need no other wife
Don't need no 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 with my boat and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale with the Guinness
Fishing for a inside my brain
And looking out at the world through my pane
Every day has many colors 'cause the glass is
Everything has but remains the same
So once again the mirror and I see myself as clear as day
And I am going to the of my ultimate destiny
Feeling as though were testing me
He who sees the end the beginning of time
Looking through all the ages
Is, was and always be
the prophetic sections of the pages

He's in line for the Day

Hello

New York, New York, it's a of a town
You know the Bronx is up and I'm down
Because they know my name they only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for officials
I quit my job, I cut my
You I cut my boss 'cause I don't care
You tried to get slick, you bust a chuckle
You're get smacked with my gold-finger knuckle
'Cause as fly as me is something you never thought of
You'll be up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
I'm a Buffalo Soldier, broader than
Keep keepin' on I don't care what say
I play my stereo loud it my neighbors
I want to the fruits of my labor
'Cause I am the of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book then you get your hand slapped
I am the keeper of the 3-pack
If you ask a question you get the answer
Her breast I saw I reached I
M-O-N-E-Y, the
I stay at home just a hermit
I got the but I don't got the permit
You why?
You got a and his name is Slick Nick
Annabelle caught with the limp dick
I ride around 'cause my ride is fly
I a man in Brooklyn
to watch him die

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

Well if your world was all black and if your was all white
Well then you wouldn't get color out of life now right
Nicknamed Shamrock but my is not Shamus
Girlies on the tippy cause my homie is
My name is not nor is it Brian
If I said that I was weak now, you 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 Chinese and Chinese suits
Smokin' much and smokin' much boots
More updated on the hip-hop
My favorite New York Knick was Wingo
Met a girl at a party and I gave her my
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 face turns red as your glass of
That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my
You should be with me, you should that bum
'Cause I got more than Fruit Striped Gum
that big round butt of yours
I'd like to butter your muffin I'm not
Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving

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 peculiar
I laid the bait and then she took the
Had too much to at the Red Lobster
Now the room is spinning around the blades of a helicopter
I met a girl that was too finicky
If the press has their way 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 around 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 someone to to
I my music loud because you know it's got clout to it
It's a trip it's got a funky and I can bug out to it

DJ
Mike D's in the house, what you gonna do
I go
in the house, what you gonna do
I go
MCA's in the house, what you gonna do
I go
When Hurricane's in the house, what you do
He AWOL
St. James in the house, you gonna do
Home-1, you gonna do
Got busy in the house, what you do
Bros. in the house, what you gonna do
Warren G. in the house, what you do
Lou Gains in the house, you gonna do
crew, what you gonna do
John in the house, what you gonna do
Killa Cutty in the house, you gonna do
Jannet J. in the
Pat Bain's in the
Richard Consen's in the
night Amsterdamn
Now I want you all to break this
To all the
All the