Luyện nghe bài hát Bom Bom Zee

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

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

The master, the ultimate funk,
I'm unique, I got soul out my
A dope female, the fat tail
I never liked college, so yo, fuck

If you don't know me by now, I'm Rican
When the track be creepin' she be freakin' when she
The Bad Mamma Jama, still the grammar
Fuck the bullshit, let's get

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

Sit back, relax, niggaz and watch me it
flex in my pocketbook, I pack a biscuit
I blow ass out, click, click booyaka
How's Now peep the size of my gat
I'm gassed, so motherfuckers my ass
My ass, my entire big fat ol' ass

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

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

I shoot the gift like Swish drinkin' Olde
Nigga you wish you had the style, more distinguished this
Pissed the word so observe, how I break
Your flow through science and kick you to the curb

dirt and jungle poetry
You see me, G, we or E and somethin' out anatomy
Found the of motherfuckin' technology
that and we out

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