Luyện nghe bài hát Boof Baf

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie
Rollin' the Jones' 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, the mic I'm ready
Three, four, please the army, "Oh God", with
So what, man, the chicken or the hoodie
Get the hoodie came then mans' then would be Nancy

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

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

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

And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic,
And let you enter
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

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

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

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

Rich rap come the brothers in the neigborhood
Who to rap on a Polaroid, here comes Father Joe
Let me clock the block as I pull
Boof baf, I cut the block gat-stops

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 Libra on a ride
I waited so long that I thought I died and came back

So the spirits, many fear, Sir New Stosser
the new thing under the sun, when I come, I come
Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic up the they ran
I came back with the bag 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 get caught on the fast lane, the fast lane
A remain yourself and be the same

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

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

baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, punk, try
baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, boy, duck 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 tell me where you get your gun from
You musta get it from the land
We want to shoot up the old a
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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