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 dead to him chin, enemy a friend
the funk, I put the junk to an end

Now who da bwoy, wan come tess dogg
I find his family and ID 'em in da
I bet you never thought I led
To prize, I'm a blunt head just like a dread

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

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

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 clapper 3
See, lick off a you no dick rida
Lick a shot punani, not gun

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

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

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

By my nine shot, come my block
Pon the night
In the box, Murderah, Botty bwoy killa
Golden power filla, we to get illa/

Sound bwoy, ya got nuff to worry
Cummin' wit my troops, we to bury
Betta pack ya and move in a hurry
off sean

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 sucky-ducky niggas catch wit speed

Talkin' 'bout you have sound, ah, my you wan tess
You neva know that it comes to championship
Is we dat have de
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
pon sight, trick up and cock
Adjust your to see a dead bwoy walk

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

So emcees get lifted I'm spliffted
Nigga guard ya '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 Moon reveal this
We to let you know what the deal is
Straight up we justice, so if you can't be trusted
May you return where the is

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