Luyện nghe bài hát Boof Baf

I'm Chill-Master, Nell of a MC's
But how are you gonna the real I bust from these fo' knees
'Cause he sees everyone with a with a record company
They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle

write forward, some write backward
I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja reverse yo
a verse that's worse than the last one
Some say boo! he's the po he used to diss

And Hatians you thought I was American
Ay Pras, remember that song sang, yeah
Go back to Jamaica, what's good is new
But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of

I'm the island, the island I'm from is the strong island
MC's must be right, when I syke from lack of
Mind must be sharp my holler girl, I get all in
stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'

When they come to battle champ see the shoes
Huh, while I'm rappin'

Boof baf, another of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, punk, try
baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, punk, try

if you write with pencil you must write with pen
If you have a rooster you have a hen
Five five you know that equals to ten
spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site

One, two, I a flow to catch it
Three, four, back she know before the miss
I fuck ya when go, to wreck this static
But yo sister, the mic and do damage

I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie
Rollin' the Jones' but I different homozones
See got no value if I ain't got no statue
Hannibal heads, I be the kid "Timbuktu"

One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm
Three, four, please the army, "Oh God", Uzi's
So what, converse man, the chicken or the
Get the hoodie first then mans' then would be Nancy

To kill the Jesse rough, step back, check your steps
I'll love your like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man
You say I'm balanced but you're of the Lambs
And I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman

Boof baf, another of a guy
baf, never boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, another of a guy
baf, never boy, duck punk, try

Well I'm on fire, fire,
So let me re-light viacom
And let you the-the-elec-tronic, cool
And let you the-the-elec-tronic, cool

And let you the-the-elec-tronic, cool
And let you enter
All that movin' I call my you see I was an electronic
You listen to your lyrics in chime, Panasonic

The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the
Pras take the mic man, you know really critical

Stall MC's 'em up for-er-Death Row
Rhyme and cultural, and never old
Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, filth-swolled
I say no to spliff but my friends still [Incomprehensible]

Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it, somebody chuck me-who the who'd you
the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em
Down my last one, last one, last one, last one and smoke
Smoke I got my and now to send my bozack

baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, punk, try
baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, punk, try

Rich rap come from the brothers in the
Who used to rap on a Polaroid, comes Father Joe
Let me clock the block as I pull
Boof baf, I cut the block with

I used to play hookie just to see how an MC was
He I bust a battle, aight, I still took a gun
No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last
I waited so long I thought I died and came back alive

So hear the spirits, fear, Sir New Stosser
This the new under the sun, when I come, I come
Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic up the they ran
I came back the bag 'cause that's my momma man

I'm patrollin', move off in the block
But the spot I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about
So don't get caught on the lane, the fast lane
A just remain yourself and be the

'Cause rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'
So here's sut-um to take you the am to the pm

'Cause a imitator could never be than the creator
the originator, step up infiltrator, see you in the alligator
Back stabbin' traitor, tape recorder, duplicator, rhymin' with
The head tranzlator and the forty to be naughty in the refrigerator

baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, boy, duck punk, try
baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, punk, try

Boof baf, another of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, punk, try
Boof baf, another of a guy
Boof baf, boy, duck

Say gun-man, say tell me you get your damn gun from
You musta get it from the foreign
We to shoot up the old a Babylon
Pay the man to rhyme it

Say gun-man, say me where you get your damn gun from
You musta get it from the land
You want to kill your own man

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