Luyện nghe bài hát Bomdigi

I'll sway...
the way it goes down
Def

Check this

Verse

The e wicked, no need for the biscuit
The green-eyed funkdafied brother wicked
I sets the party off like tanqueray
The funk lord, else could swing this way
I put the loc to the motion, the funk coast to coast and
I buck like shot, I know I got cha opin
Check the soup, I dogg the mic like
I get swift like h-town, when I da boots (daaat's right)
I'm with this mic
I show like doug e. and I rock the mic
The afrodesiac, the do-wah-diddy
To your city, on the zapp side the vibe
I'm cold like bobby and ralph t
I come the game of death, without bruce lee
The irregular speakin, for those mc's who be
Catch me at the beacon freakin

Brothers see me
my style's the bom-digi-bom-uh-dang-a-dang-digi / repeat 2x
...
Brothers see me

two:

It goes one for the trouble, two for the
Aiyyo, I'm gettin airplay like the most
I'm the mack, I made goldy chrome
When I induce my styles upon the (yeah)
I down for y'all in broad daylight
Weeded, rockin the mic like ta-dow and
is a green day, so it's blazin
To it, I get big-up from jamaicans
Hey, the gets down for the public
More doper than jackson's stomach
Ask anybody, who's the producer?
I think of cruise, I'm too much like I'm luther
My is the craziest
No is fadin us
You got with my squad you better dare that
The I kick make rappers say, "i shoulda snared that"

Verse

Complete this puzzle, what squad beat up like simmons
And more flyer robin givens
Cosmic slop, the darkside
Basically, I can't wait, songs from the tape
(and make much sense when he's kickin fool) I constantly keep shitting
And y'all constantly keep
Yeah, who can it be now, out
Flying through the air with wings e doing my thing