Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Bwoy Bureill

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

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

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

You say you number one selecta
I say you punani and I
the bull before I pull this here trigga
'Cause you don't tess me, when I'm tipsy off the liquor

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

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

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

Me naw sex, me ruff the wicked you fe me
The motherfucker that be 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 around my
Pon the spot
In the Pine box, Murderah, bwoy killa
Golden filla, we 'bout to get illa/

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

Lookin' at my pager, it's 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

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

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

Nuff pussyhole die dis year
Here the bootcamp, slide it to the rear
It's the rain like a hurricane lickin' shots
More untouchable than niggas wit de pox

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

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

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