Luyện nghe bài hát Bubblegoose (Bakin' Cake Version)

When I was young, Mama bought me a
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, Wyclef and Melky Sedeck
I got a story to tell, we go

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

Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, OK, what I write next?
Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success stress
I'm vexed, my rings, collect 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 street
"The friends will make you, them too can you
They plan an like Fu Manchu"
"Who?"
"You the character 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 hand in the 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 Brooklyn Bridge, sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you gotta the harp"
Yo, why they start and make me play my part?
Don't they like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?
I into my car, there's gotta be a joke
Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the
S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I and looked left
To my surprise, it was my sis, Sedeck

Sit right back and 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, 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 bullet in bubblegoose

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

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