Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Bwoy Bureill

Boom, bye, bye in a botty head
The shottie fly now, the botty ly 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 family and ID 'em in da
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
Recognize the boot click in a de Bucktown
Gun thirsty bastard, always blasted
the sess of chocolate, from my dick gastin'

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

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

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 you be walkin'

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

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 your act, if you wan get blasted

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

bwoy, ya got nuff 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 that 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' you have sound, ah, my sound you wan tess
You know that when it comes to championship
Is we dat de management
And carry mack, use you for good use 'cuz wee de good crew,

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

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

So emcees get when I'm spliffted
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 Black Moon reveal
We to let you know what the deal is
up we serve justice, so if you can't be trusted
May you return where the 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 'cuz you a deadstock
From mornin' to de evenin', now everything