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 ball hoggin', word up
Niggaz what time it is
Straight up, motherfuckin' Def Squad, L.O.D.

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

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

If you know me by now, I'm Puerto Rican
When the be creepin' she be freakin' when she speakin'
The Bad Mamma Jama, still bust the
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, enlarge
God damn, so don't around with the jam

Sit back, relax, niggaz and me kick it
Don't flex in my pocketbook, I a biscuit
I blow your ass out, click, click
How's that? Now the size of my gat
I'm gassed, so kiss my ass
My ass, my entire big fat ol' ass

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

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

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
flow down through science and kick you to the curb

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

It's the bom bom zee, oh,
Keith Murray and Hurricane G
For y'all that don't
Ya betta ask