Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblegoose

When I was young, bought me a guitar
A and she said I'd go far
She said, "Just it raw, the lyrics hardcore"
Listen to my and get up, I'm on the corner with my

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

Sit back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock the block from where my grandma 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 a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in bubblegoose

Hey yo, hey yo, my in my hand, OK, what should I write next?
Oh yeah, and if you know, success brings stress
I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect caller 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 street blues
"The will make you, them too can break you
They an execution like Fu Manchu"
"Who?"
"You know the character 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 his hand in the back of Bennigans"
"What?"
"In a plastic bag a note 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 wanna start and make me play my
Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder art?
I jumped into my car, gotta be a joke
Traffic's up, who's in town, the Pope?
S-s-s-s-someone the horn, I turned and looked left
To my surprise, it was my sis, Sedeck

Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma
Black BMW rims to match, windows bulletproof
One night, he out the car
And a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a in his bubblegoose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in bubblegoose

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

Sit right and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows
One night, he out the car
And a bullet in his bubblegoose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be witcha gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your
He a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a in his bubblegoose
You can be at the gettin' loose
But you can catch a in your goose