Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Bwoy Bureill

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

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

You can't tess the sound, you gettin' 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 one wicked selecta
I say you and I wetcha
the bull before I pull this here trigga
'Cause you don't wanna tess me, when I'm tipsy off the

a punk they call McGirt, got his feelings hurt
Showed his true colors, had to up his skirt
Now in misery, tryin' to cop a plea
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 New York niggas be talkin' but we be stalkin'
In the docks when the gun buckin'
But in the day, be wary of you be walkin'

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

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

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

bwoy, ya got nuff reason to worry
Cummin' wit my troops, we about to
pack 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 wit speed

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

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

pussyhole gwan die dis year
Here the bootcamp, slide 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 guard ya grill 'cause Louisville 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 Moon reveal this
We come to let you know what the is
up we serve justice, so if you can't be trusted
May you return where the is

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