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 everyone with a deal with a record company
go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better

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

And Hatians you thought I was American
Ay Pras, remember that they 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 from the island, the island I'm is the strong island
MC's be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'
must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in
Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm on fire, fire, fire
So let me re-light viacom
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 movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic
You listen to lyrics in chime, your 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
Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, filth-swolled
I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke

Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it, somebody chuck 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
Smoke I got my and now to send my bozack

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

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

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 on a last ride
I waited so long that I thought I died and back alive

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

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

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

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

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 the foreign land
You to kill your own brother man

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