Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Bwoy Bureill

Boom, bye, bye in a botty head
The shottie fly now, the botty ly 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 find his and ID 'em in da morgue
I bet you never thought I led
To prize, I'm a fortified head just like a dread

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

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

Like a they call 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 you no dick rida
Lick a punani, not gun fire

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

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

Me naw sex, me ruff the wicked you fe me
The motherfucker be buggin' over 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 box, Murderah, Botty bwoy killa
Golden power filla, we to get illa/

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

Lookin' at my pager, it's about that
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 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 wan get dead tonite, duke
As I retrieve the 2-5 my timboots
Target pon sight, up and cock
Adjust your pupils to see a bwoy walk

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

So emcees get when I'm spliffted
Nigga guard ya grill 'cause Louisville packs the
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 reveal
We come to let you know the deal is
up we serve justice, so if you can't be trusted
May you where the dust is

There is many sound 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