Luyện nghe bài hát Beenie Man

Oh, a dat a oonu a wid
Oonu a bawl, caan oonu claim mi come pon T.V wid
No man caan jump bad man
No naah stall first

Dong, dong, dong, dong, dogger, diggy,
Dong, dong, dong, dong, dogger, diggy,
Dong, dong, dong, dong, dogger, diggy,
Dong, wid meaning, hey

Man, a bad man and man, nuh wid nuh rodman
And if yuh dis di program, yuh is a man
Either by a shot or yuh
Jah, Jah pass mi m-i

Man, a bad man and man, nuh mingle wid nuh
And if yuh dis di program, yuh is a man
by a shot or yuh hang
Jah, Jah ranks mi m-i

(Niggers jus' like us)
Picture me fraid of a
weh bus di same gun as me
(Niggers bleed like us)
Picture me being 'fraid to my life a g.p

(Niggers bleed like us)
Picture me run from a fight a some bwoy mussy bright
(Niggers bleed jus' us)
Picture me being fraid fi lock off a bwoy like a light

Willie haffi the desert es
Better yuh ease nigger
Well, gun a surround yuh like breeze
Well, copper a tek a bwoy like bees
Caan believe, yuh hear mi
Bad man just get grieve and seh

Man, a bad man and man, nuh mingle wid nuh
And if yuh dis di program, yuh is a man
Either by a or yuh hang
Jah, Jah pass mi m-i

Well, fi dung ainna di jungle, yuh haffi have whole heap a skill
Yuh tek a lot a chill pill to kill
Well, big up all di man dem warricka hill, hill, hill
What is my favourite when mi dress up in a mi frock

Wid mi wig pon mi head, over back
Bragga, dagga, dagga, da twenty body drop
But Mr. Ria, Mr. Squire, nia, bad man a flex like vampire
Mi wi dung a bwoy and nyam him liver
But first the D.J utter

Weh yuh all my guns are for
Forty-five in jus to explode on a bwoy soul
Time changing things more guns bussing
man dying from back in the days of pure mass murdering

Well, yuh hear another likkle youth gone
And another m-16 man
Man peas and waan reap corn
a gwaan, what a gwaan