Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Bwoy Bureill

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

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

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

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

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

Now wanna 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 where you be

Don't, don't,
You ever mention 'bout you wan the champion sound
Leave it to de people that can you that can
When people see 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 shot, come around my block
Pon the night
In the Pine box, Murderah, Botty killa
Golden power filla, we to get illa/

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

Lookin' at my pager, about that time
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 sucky-ducky niggas nots wit speed

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

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

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

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

We bring the realness, this boom, it's Black Moon reveal this
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, clean up act
And come to de livestock you a deadstock
From mornin' to de evenin', now changed