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

Boom, bye, bye in a botty bwoy
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 and ID 'em in da morgue
I bet you thought I bust led
To prize, I'm a blunt head just like a dread

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lookin' at my pager, it's about that
To up the 9 and do my derelict crime
Warriors, conquerors, the man ya
Mr. Ripper, AKA, the killa
My man wit the weed, is my man in
And all you niggas catch nots wit speed

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

Laud, bwoy wan get dead tonite, duke
As I retrieve the 2-5 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
It's the rain cummin' like a hurricane lickin'
More untouchable than niggas wit de pox

So emcees get when I'm spliffted
Nigga guard ya grill 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 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 where the dust is

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