Luyện nghe bài hát Bom Bom Zee

Yo, this is Murray and Hurricane G with the bom bom zee
Trey deep to the streets
We straight ball hoggin', up
Niggaz know what it is
Straight up, straight Def Squad, L.O.D.

We can stand in the and can't get wet
Def Squad always got some fly on deck
Hey funny, what's up with that grip, yeah
Get hip to my and yo, watch me flip

The master, the funk, freaker
I'm unique, I got soul out my
A dope female, with the fat
I never college, so yo, fuck Yale

If you don't me by now, I'm Puerto Rican
When the track be creepin' she be freakin' she speakin'
The Bad Jama, still bust the grammar
the bullshit, let's get legit

Yes, me the Hurricane, yo, I pack
So I keep on steppin' like I'm doin'
Hut one, two, charge
God damn, so don't fuck around the jam

Sit back, relax, and watch me kick it
Don't in my pocketbook, I pack a biscuit
I blow your ass out, click, click
How's Now peep the size of my gat
I'm gassed, so motherfuckers my ass
My whole ass, my big fat ol' ass

Murray run this motherfucker
Hell motherfuckin',
Keith run this motherfucker
motherfuckin', yeah

The mad matador metaphoric mergers traffic
Not havin' it, bashin' your style, I'm drastic
Biblically, theoretically, practically who
Wanna step in the helm of the realm of the Def Squad

I shoot the gift like Swish drinkin' English
Nigga you wish you had the style, more than this
Pissed ain't the so observe, how I break
Your down through science and kick you to the curb

Firsthand dirt and jungle
You see me, G, we or E and out this anatomy
Found the words of motherfuckin'
Like and we out

the bom bom zee, oh, yeah
With Keith and Hurricane G
For y'all that don't
Ya betta ask