Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Bwoy Bureill

Boom, bye, bye in a bwoy head
The fly now, the botty 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 thought I bust led
To prize, I'm a fortified blunt just like a dread

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

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

Like a punk they call McGirt, got his feelings
his true 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 rida
Lick a punani, not gun fire

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

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

Me naw sex, me like the wicked you fe me
The that be buggin' 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, come around my
Pon the night
In the Pine box, Murderah, bwoy killa
power filla, we 'bout to get illa/

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

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 killa
My man wit the weed, is my man in
And all you sucky-ducky 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 de management
And carry mack, use you for good use 'cuz wee de crew, leave

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

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

So emcees get lifted when I'm
guard 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 this boom, it's Moon reveal this
We come to let you know what the is
Straight up we serve justice, so if you be trusted
May you return where the is

There is many sound that's goin' 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