Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Bwoy Bureill

Boom, bye, bye in a botty head
The shottie fly now, the ly like dead
2 shots to him chin, enemy a friend
Fake the funk, I put the to an end

Now who da rude bwoy, wan come tess
I find his and ID 'em in da morgue
I bet you thought I bust led
To prize, I'm a fortified blunt head like a dread

You can't tess the champion sound, you bucked down
Recognize the camp click in a de Bucktown
Gun little bastard, always blasted
From the sess of chocolate, my dick gastin'

You say you number one selecta
I say you and I wetcha
Keep the bull before I pull this trigga
'Cause you wanna tess me, when I'm tipsy off the liquor

a punk they call McGirt, got his feelings hurt
Showed his true colors, had to yank up his
Now he's in misery, tryin' to cop a
Led to his from gun clapper number 3
See, lick off a shot you no dick
a shot punani, not gun fire

Now wanna be dongongon
All around New York niggas be but we be stalkin'
In the docks when the gun starts
But in the day, be of where you be walkin'

Don't, don't,
You ever mention you wan tess the champion sound
Leave it to de people that can you that can
When see them a ball fa, leave

Me naw sex, me like the wicked you fe me
The motherfucker that be buggin' truth you see
Original criminal run in town, crime
That's when I practiced act, if you wan get blasted

By my nine shot, come around my
Pon the spot
In the Pine box, Murderah, Botty bwoy
power filla, we 'bout to get illa/

Sound bwoy, ya got nuff reason to
wit my troops, we about to bury
Betta pack ya dubs and in a hurry
off sean

Lookin' at my pager, it's about time
To load up the 9 and do my derelict
Warriors, conquerors, the man ya
Mr. Ripper, AKA, the enemy
My man wit the weed, is my man in
And all you niggas catch nots wit speed

Talkin' 'bout you have sound, ah, my sound you wan
You neva know that it comes to championship
Is we dat have de
And carry mack, use you for use 'cuz wee de good crew, leave

Laud, some bwoy wan get dead tonite,
As I retrieve the 2-5 from my
pon sight, trick up and cock
Adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy

Nuff pussyhole gwan die dis
comes the bootcamp, slide it to the rear
It's the rain cummin' a hurricane lickin' shots
More untouchable niggas wit de chicken pox

So get lifted when I'm spliffted
Nigga guard ya grill 'cause packs the biscuit
In the session, Smif-N-Wessun, see gun clapper number 1
Wit my D O G

We bring the realness, feel this boom, it's Black Moon this
We come to let you know the deal is
Straight up we serve justice, so if you can't be
May you return the dust is

There is many sound that's around and goin' on
And gwan a clown but I'm tellin' you, clean up your act
And to de livestock 'cuz you a deadstock
mornin' to de evenin', now everything changed