Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Bwoy Bureill (remix #2)

Boom, bye, bye in a botty bwoy
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 rude bwoy, wan come tess
I find his and ID 'em in da morgue
I bet you never I bust led
To prize, I'm a fortified blunt head just like a

You can't the champion sound, you gettin' bucked down
Recognize the boot camp in a de Bucktown
Gun little bastard, always blasted
From the sess of chocolate, from my gastin'

You say you number one 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 hurt
Showed his colors, had to yank up his skirt
Now he's in misery, tryin' to cop a
Led to his head from gun number 3
See, off a shot you no dick rida
Lick a shot punani, not gun

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

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

Me naw sex, me ruff like the you fe me
The motherfucker be buggin' over truth you see
Original run in town, crime pays
That's when I practiced your act, if you wan get

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

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

Lookin' at my pager, it's that time
To load up the 9 and do my crime
Warriors, conquerors, the man ya
Mr. Ripper, AKA, the enemy
My man wit the weed, is my man in
And all you sucky-ducky catch nots wit speed

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

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

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

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

We the realness, feel this boom, it's Black Moon reveal this
We to let you know what the deal is
Straight up we serve justice, so if you can't be
May you where the dust is

There is many 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 to de evenin', now everything changed