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 write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle

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

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

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

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

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

Said if you with pencil you must write with pen
If you have a you must have a hen
plus five 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 when go, to wreck this static
But yo sister, grab the mic and do

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

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

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

Well I'm on fire, fire,
So let me re-light 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 to your lyrics in chime, your Panasonic

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

MC's 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 but my friends still smoke [Incomprehensible]

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

Boof baf, another of a guy
Boof baf, boy, duck punk, try
baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, boy, duck punk, try

Rich rap from the brothers in the neigborhood
Who to rap on a Polaroid, here comes Father Joe
Let me clock the block as I fo'-five
Boof baf, I cut the block with

I used to play hookie to see how good an MC was
He said I bust a battle, aight, I took a gun
No cheeba, cheeba a Libra on a last ride
I waited so long that I I died and came back alive

So the spirits, many fear, Sir New Stosser
This the new thing the sun, when I come, I come
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 that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about
So don't get caught on the fast lane, the lane
A just yourself and be the same

'Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for
So here's sut-um to 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 head tranzlator and leave the forty to be in the refrigerator

Boof baf, another 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, boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, another of a guy
Boof baf, boy, duck

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

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