Luyện nghe bài hát Bom Bom Zee

Yo, is Keith Murray and Hurricane G with the bom bom zee
Trey deep takin' to the
We straight hoggin', word up
Niggaz know time it is
Straight up, straight Def Squad, L.O.D.

We can stand in the water and get wet
Def always got some fly shit on deck
Hey funny, what's up with that money grip,
Get hip to my tune and yo, watch me

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

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

Yes, me the Hurricane, yo, I pack
So I keep on steppin' like I'm drills
Hut one, two, enlarge
God damn, so don't around with 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 kiss my ass
My whole ass, my big fat ol' ass

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

The mad matador mergers like traffic
Not it, bashin' your style, I'm somethin' drastic
Biblically, theoretically, speakin' who
Wanna step in the helm of the realm of the Def crew

I shoot the gift Swish drinkin' Olde English
Nigga you wish you had the style, more distinguished this
ain't the word so observe, how I break
Your flow through science and kick you to the curb

Firsthand and jungle poetry
You see me, G, we or E and somethin' out this
Found the words of technology
Like and we out

It's the bom bom zee, oh,
Keith Murray and Hurricane G
For that don't know
Ya ask somebody