Luyện nghe bài hát Boof Baf

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

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

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

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

When come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'
Huh, coolin' while I'm

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

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

One, two, I throw a flow to it
Three, four, she know before the track miss
I fuck ya when style go, to wreck static
But yo sister, grab the mic and do

Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down
Rollin' with the but I different homozones
See life's got no value if I 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, man, the chicken or the hoodie
Get the hoodie came first then mans' then would be

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

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

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

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

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

MC's soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row
Rhyme and cultural, and never old
Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're
I say no to spliff but my still smoke [Incomprehensible]

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

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

Rich rap come from the in the neigborhood
Who used to rap on a Polaroid, here Father Joe
Let me the block as I pull fo'-five
Boof baf, I cut the block with

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

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

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

'Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for
So here's sut-um to 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, recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with
The head and leave the forty to be naughty in the refrigerator

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

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

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

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

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