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

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

Now who da rude bwoy, wan come dogg
I find his family and ID 'em in da
I bet you thought I bust led
To prize, I'm a fortified head just like a dread

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

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

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

Now everybody wanna be
All New York niggas be talkin' but we be stalkin'
In the docks when the gun buckin'
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 that can you know that can
When people see a ball fa, leave

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

By my shot, come around my block
Pon the spot
In the Pine box, Murderah, bwoy killa
Golden power filla, we 'bout to get

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

Lookin' at my pager, about 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 nots wit

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

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

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

So emcees get lifted when I'm
Nigga guard ya 'cause Louisville packs the biscuit
In the session, Smif-N-Wessun, see gun clapper 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 where the is

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