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

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 family and ID 'em in da
I bet you thought I bust led
To prize, I'm a fortified blunt head just a dread

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

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

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

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

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

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

By my shot, come around my block
Pon the spot
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 and move in a hurry
Ease off

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 niggas catch wit speed

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

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

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

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

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

There is many sound that's 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