Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Bwoy Bureill

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

Now who da rude bwoy, wan come dogg
I find his and ID 'em in da morgue
I bet you never I bust led
To prize, I'm a fortified blunt head just a dread

You can't tess the champion sound, you gettin' down
Recognize the boot camp click in a de
Gun thirsty little bastard, blasted
From the sess of chocolate, from my gastin'

You say you number one wicked
I say you and I wetcha
Keep the before I pull this here trigga
'Cause you don't wanna me, when I'm tipsy off the liquor

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

Now everybody be dongongon
All around New niggas be talkin' but we be stalkin'
In the when the gun starts buckin'
But in the day, be wary of you be walkin'

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

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

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

Sound bwoy, ya got nuff reason to
Cummin' wit my troops, we to bury
Betta ya dubs and move in a hurry
Ease off

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

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

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

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

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

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

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