Luyện nghe bài hát Bom Bom Zee

Yo, this is Murray and Hurricane G with the bom bom zee
Trey takin' to the streets
We straight ball hoggin', up
Niggaz know time it is
up, straight motherfuckin' Def Squad, L.O.D.

We can in the water and can't get wet
Def Squad got some fly shit on deck
Hey funny, what's up with that grip, yeah
Get hip to my tune and yo, me flip

The master, the funk, freaker
I'm unique, I got out my sneaker
A female, with the fat tail
I never liked college, so yo, Yale

If you know me by now, I'm Puerto Rican
When the be creepin' she be freakin' when she speakin'
The Bad Mamma Jama, still bust the
the bullshit, let's get legit

Yes, me the Hurricane, yo, I pack
So I keep on steppin' I'm doin' drills
Hut one, two, enlarge
God damn, so fuck around with the jam

Sit back, relax, and watch me kick it
flex in my pocketbook, I pack a biscuit
I your ass out, click, click booyaka
that? Now peep the size of my gat
I'm gassed, so kiss my ass
My ass, my entire big fat ol' ass

Keith Murray run this
Hell motherfuckin',
Keith run this motherfucker
Hell motherfuckin',

The mad metaphoric mergers like traffic
Not havin' it, your style, I'm somethin' drastic
Biblically, theoretically, practically who
Wanna step in the helm of the realm of the Def Squad

I shoot the gift like Swish drinkin' English
Nigga you you had the style, more distinguished than this
Pissed ain't the word so observe, how I
Your flow through science and kick you to the curb

Firsthand dirt and poetry
You see me, G, we or E and somethin' out anatomy
Found the words of technology
that and we out

It's the bom bom zee, oh,
With Keith and Hurricane G
For y'all that know
Ya ask somebody