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

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

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

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

You say you number one wicked
I say you punani and I
Keep the bull before I pull here trigga
'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, tryin' to cop a
Led to his head gun clapper number 3
See, lick off a shot you no rida
a shot punani, not gun fire

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

Don't, don't,
You ever mention 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
Original criminal run in town, crime
That's when I practiced act, if you wan get blasted

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

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

Lookin' at my pager, it's about 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

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

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

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

So emcees get lifted when I'm
Nigga guard ya grill 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 reveal this
We come to let you know the deal is
Straight up we serve justice, so if you be trusted
May you where the dust is

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