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 know what it is
up, straight motherfuckin' 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 with money grip, yeah
Get hip to my tune and yo, watch me

The master, the funk, freaker
I'm unique, I got soul out my
A female, with the fat tail
I liked college, so yo, fuck Yale

If you don't know me by now, I'm Puerto
When the track be she be freakin' when she speakin'
The Bad Mamma Jama, still bust the
Fuck the bullshit, get legit

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

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

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

The mad matador metaphoric mergers traffic
Not havin' it, 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 like Swish drinkin' Olde English
you wish you had the style, more distinguished than this
Pissed ain't the word so observe, how I
Your flow down through and kick you to the curb

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

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