Luyện nghe bài hát B - Boy Bouillabaisse

There's a girl there
long brown hair
I her to the place
I threw the mattress in her
off her shirt
off her bra
Took off her
You know I saw?

Right about now I'd like to dedicate this song out to my main homie 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 me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them like we to
You say fuck that yo Holmes this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy you're Butkus
science and another half soul
His name's Mike D. not Fat Morton Roll
Got busy in Frisco fooled in Fresno
Got over on your girlie you know 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
out knots and pulling in residuals
Go to the get the Rolos
The cholos riding and low
Mike on the mic and with the solo
Mike my stromie don't be so
Get on the mic you know you eat shellfish

It's 4:00 a.m. got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried I'm headed for the
D-Train to Coney Island vacation
Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1
They'll be out windows high on cocaine
And I jump the turnstile I lost my last token
Ride between the cars pissing,
Head for the last car fluorescent light
told my homeboy "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 their
Party people going places on the

Stop train, I wanna get on

it
Trench-coat wingtip going to
And be pulling a train like Captain Kirk
Pickpocket gangsters paying their
I caught a in the lung from Bernie Goetz
and underpaid staring at the floor
Prostitutes' caught in the slide doors
Now you're tuck between the
And it like an eternity
Sweating like in a flophouse fraternity
Fifty-dollar fine for the peace
The neck tortoise your Lees are
Hot cup of and the donuts are Dunkin'
Friday night and Jamaica funkin'
Elevated platform gonna conform
Riding the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out
Over the loud speaker the hard times
Sat from a man readin' El Diario
Riding the train down from El
Went the station straight to Orange Julius
I a hot dog from who - George Drakoulias

M.C. for I am and do
The A is for Adam and the lyrics,
So as and hope and the message is sent
And I am living in the that I have dreamt
Because I'm down with the three, the unstoppable
Me and and D. were born to M.C.
And my and soul 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 take stage
The set low and the night has come of age
Take the microphone in hand as 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. when I'm
I'm smoking and
I put the skis on the roof almost every weekend
Can't stop the when it's rolling along
Can't the smooth runnin' when the shit's running strong
Broke my bindings, the lion wings
Preaching his word in the B. Boy
I am one with myself as I to thee
the dreams to reality
I prefer my life need no other man's wife
Don't need no crazy with 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 fishing my boat and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale the Guinness 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
has changed but remains the same
So once 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 sees the end from the of time
Looking through all the ages
Is, was and always be
Check the prophetic of the pages

He's in for the Disco 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 they only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for officials
I my job, I cut my hair
You know I cut my boss 'cause I don't
You tried to get slick, you bust a little
You're gonna get smacked with my knuckle
'Cause being as fly as me is you never thought of
be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
I'm a Buffalo Soldier, broader Broadway
Keep keepin' on I don't care they say
I play my stereo it disturbs my neighbors
I want to the fruits of my labor
'Cause I am the holder of the Bonanza
If you open the book then you get your hand slapped
I am the keeper of the Bonanza
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 just like a hermit
I got the jammy but I got the permit
You why?
You got a boyfriend and his is Slick Nick
Annabelle caught the shrimpy 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 fists against the post and still 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 insists he sees a ghost

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

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

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

Here's one for y'all to peep
It's called on the M-I-C

I met this last night with a peculiar 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 they're going to finish me
You might know this but never been this see
If I ate spinach then I'd be Spinach D
I light like cats shed fur
around town like Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they call me Highness
So if you know me then pardon my shyness
I in the Village wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I have to talk to
I play my music loud because you it's got clout to it
It's a it's got a funky beat 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
When MCA's in the house, what you do
I go
When Hurricane's in the house, you gonna do
He AWOL
St. James in the house, what's you do
Home-1, what you 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, you gonna do
Hollis crew, what you do
John Mish in the house, you gonna do
Cutty in the house, what you gonna do
Jannet J. in the
Pat Bain's in the
Richard Consen's in the
Good night
Now I want you all to break down
To all the
All the