Luyện nghe bài hát Boof Baf

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me swoopie
Rollin' the Jones' but I different homozones
See life's got no value if I got no statue
heads, I be the kid from "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 James rough, step back, check steps
I'll your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man
You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the
And when I your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman

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

I'm on fire, fire, fire
So let me your viacom
And let you the-the-elec-tronic, cool
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic,

And let you the-the-elec-tronic, cool
And let you the-the-elec-tronic
All that movin' I my nozzle you see I was an electronic
You to your lyrics in chime, your 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, style and old
Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, filth-swolled
I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke

it, coolin' it, coolin' it, somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?
Hold the mic, the mic, I shoot 'em
Down with my last one, last one, last one, one and smoke
I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack

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

Rich rap from the brothers in the neigborhood
Who used to rap on a Polaroid, here comes Joe
Let me clock the as I pull fo'-five
baf, I cut the block with gat-stops

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

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

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

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

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

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

Boof baf, sound of a guy
Boof baf, boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, sound of a guy
Boof baf, boy, duck

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

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

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