Luyện nghe bài hát Boof Baf

I'm Chill-Master, Nell of a 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 a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better

Some write forward, some backward
I wait for them to get the then reverse yo
With a verse that's than the last one
Some say boo! he's the po he to diss Jamaicans

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down
Rollin' the Jones' but I different homozones
See life's got no if I ain't 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", with
So what, man, the chicken or the hoodie
Get the hoodie came first then mans' then would be

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

Boof baf, sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, punk, try
Boof baf, another of a guy
baf, never 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 enter the-the-elec-tronic,

And let you the-the-elec-tronic, cool
And let you the-the-elec-tronic
All that I call my nozzle 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 you're critical

Stall soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row
Rhyme and cultural, and never old
the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled
I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke

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

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

Rich rap come from the in the neigborhood
Who to rap on a Polaroid, here comes Father Joe
Let me clock the 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 Libra on a ride
I waited so that I thought 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 grabbed the mic up the block ran
I came back the bag 'cause that's my momma man

I'm just patrollin', move off in the
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 yourself and be the same

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

'Cause a imitator could never be greater than the
the originator, step up infiltrator, see you in the alligator
Back traitor, tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' 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
baf, never boy, duck punk, try

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

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

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