Luyện nghe bài hát Boof Baf

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

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

And Hatians you thought I was American
Ay Pras, that song they 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 be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'
Mind must be sharp my holler girl, I get all in
stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'

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

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

Said if you write with you must write with pen
If you have a rooster you have a hen
plus five 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 wreck this
But yo sister, the mic and do damage

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

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

To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, 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 when I call name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman

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

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

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

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

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

Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it, somebody chuck me-who the who'd you
Hold the mic, the mic, I shoot 'em
Down with my one, last 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, sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, punk, try

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

I used to hookie just 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 waited so long that I thought I died and came alive

So the spirits, many 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 came back with the bag 'cause my momma man

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

'Cause many rapper-days, say 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, up infiltrator, see you in the alligator
Back stabbin' traitor, tape recorder, duplicator, rhymin' with
The head tranzlator and leave the forty to be in the refrigerator

Boof baf, another 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 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 where you get your damn gun
You musta get it the foreign land
You to kill your own brother man

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