Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Bwoy Bureill

Boom, bye, bye in a botty bwoy
The fly now, the botty 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 tess dogg
I find his and ID 'em in da morgue
I bet you thought I bust led
To prize, I'm a fortified head just like a dread

You tess the champion sound, you gettin' bucked down
the boot camp click in a de Bucktown
Gun thirsty bastard, always blasted
From the sess of chocolate, my dick gastin'

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

Like a they call McGirt, got his feelings hurt
Showed his true colors, had to 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 be talkin' but we be stalkin'
In the docks when the gun buckin'
But in the day, be of where you be walkin'

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

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

By my nine shot, come my block
Pon the spot
In the Pine box, Murderah, Botty killa
Golden power filla, we 'bout to get

bwoy, ya got nuff reason to worry
Cummin' wit my troops, we to bury
pack 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 crime
Warriors, conquerors, the man ya
Mr. Ripper, AKA, the killa
My man wit the weed, is my man in
And all you sucky-ducky niggas catch wit speed

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

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

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

So emcees get when 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 Moon this
We come to let you know the deal is
Straight up we serve justice, so if you be trusted
May you return where the is

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