Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Bwoy Bureill

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

Now who da rude bwoy, wan come tess
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 champion sound, you gettin' 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 one wicked selecta
I say you punani and I
Keep the bull before I 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
Showed his colors, had to yank up his skirt
Now he's in misery, to cop a plea
Led to his head from gun clapper 3
See, lick off a you no dick rida
a shot punani, not gun fire

Now everybody be dongongon
All around New York be talkin' 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
people see them a ball fa, leave

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

By my nine shot, come around my
Pon the spot
In the Pine box, Murderah, Botty bwoy
Golden filla, we 'bout to get illa/

Sound bwoy, ya got 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 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 catch nots wit speed

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

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

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

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

We bring the realness, feel boom, it's Black Moon reveal this
We come to let you what the deal is
Straight up we serve justice, so if you can't be
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, up your act
And come to de 'cuz you a deadstock
From to de evenin', now everything changed