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

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

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

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

You say you one wicked selecta
I say you and I wetcha
Keep the bull before I pull here trigga
'Cause you don't wanna me, when 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 shot you no dick
Lick a shot punani, not gun

Now everybody wanna be
All around New York niggas be 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 ever mention 'bout you wan tess the champion
Leave it to de people that can you that can
When 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 I practiced your act, if you wan get blasted

By my nine shot, come around my
Pon the night
In the Pine box, Murderah, Botty killa
power filla, we 'bout 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 load up the 9 and do my derelict
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' 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, some bwoy wan get tonite, duke
As I the 2-5 from my timboots
Target pon sight, up and cock
Adjust your to see a dead bwoy walk

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

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

We bring the realness, this boom, it's Black 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

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