Luyện nghe bài hát Boof Baf

I'm Chill-Master, Nell of a thousand
But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from fo' knees
'Cause he sees with a deal with a record company
They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they 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! he's the po he used to Jamaicans

And 'cause you thought I was American
Ay Pras, remember that song sang, yeah
Go back to Jamaica, what's good is new
But now we move off with Uncle's 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 from lack of
Mind 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' I'm rappin'

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

Said if you write with you must write with pen
If you a rooster 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 before the track miss
I fuck ya when style go, to wreck static
But yo sister, the mic and do damage

Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down
with 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, the army, "Oh God", with 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 your theory like the
You say I'm balanced but Silence of the Lambs
And when I your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman

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

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

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

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

Stall MC's 'em up for-er-Death Row
Rhyme and cultural, style and old
Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're
I say no to spliff but my still smoke [Incomprehensible]

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

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

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

I used to play hookie to see how good an MC was
He said I a battle, aight, I still took a gun
No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last
I so long 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 they ran
I came back with the bag that's my momma man

I'm patrollin', move off in the block
But the spot I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about
So get caught on the fast lane, the fast lane
A remain 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 never be greater than the creator
Whose the originator, up infiltrator, see you in the alligator
Back stabbin' traitor, tape recorder, duplicator, 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
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, another of a guy
Boof baf, never boy,

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

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