Luyện nghe bài hát Bom Bom Zee

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

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

The master, the ultimate funk,
I'm unique, I got soul out my
A female, with 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, bust the grammar
the bullshit, let's get legit

Yes, me the Hurricane, yo, I skills
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, niggaz and watch me it
Don't in my pocketbook, I pack a biscuit
I blow your ass out, click, booyaka
How's that? Now peep the of my gat
I'm gassed, so motherfuckers my ass
My ass, my entire big fat ol' ass

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

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

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

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

It's the bom bom zee, oh,
Keith Murray and Hurricane G
For y'all that know
Ya betta ask