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

Boom, bye, bye in a bwoy head
The fly now, the botty ly like dead
2 shots dead to him chin, enemy a
Fake the funk, I put the to an end

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

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

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

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

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

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 ruff the wicked you fe me
The motherfucker that be over truth you see
criminal run in town, crime pays
That's when I practiced act, if you wan get blasted

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

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

Lookin' at my pager, it's that time
To up the 9 and do my derelict 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 when it comes to championship
Is we dat have de
And carry mack, use you for good use wee de good crew, leave

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 walk

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

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

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