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

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

And Hatians 'cause you I was American
Ay Pras, that song they sang, yeah
Go to Jamaica, what's good is what's new
But now we off with 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 from lack of freestylin'
Mind must be until my holler girl, I get all in
Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be

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

Boof baf, sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, 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 rooster you must a hen
plus five you know that equals to ten
Then spit the yellow man, check it to site

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

Aiyyo I used to a hooptie, check me down swoopie
Rollin' the Jones' but I different homozones
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 came first then mans' then would be Nancy

To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check steps
I'll love your theory 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

baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, 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 enter the-the-elec-tronic,

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

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
and cultural, style and never old
Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, filth-swolled
I say no to spliff but my still smoke [Incomprehensible]

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

Boof baf, another of a guy
Boof baf, boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, sound of a guy
baf, never 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 block as I pull
Boof baf, I cut the with 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 a Libra on a last ride
I waited so long I thought I died and came back alive

So hear the spirits, fear, Sir New Stosser
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 the bag 'cause that's my momma man

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

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

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

baf, another 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, another of a guy
baf, never 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 me where you get your damn gun from
You musta get it from the land
You want to kill your own man

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