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

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

And Hatians 'cause you thought I was
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 of cooler

I'm from the island, the I'm from is the strong island
MC's must be right, I syke from lack of freestylin'
must 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, while I'm rappin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm on fire, fire, fire
So let me your viacom
And let you the-the-elec-tronic, cool
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 lyrics in chime, your Panasonic

The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the
Pras take the mic man, you know really 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 but my friends still smoke [Incomprehensible]

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

Rich rap come from the brothers in the
Who used to rap on a Polaroid, here Father Joe
Let me clock the 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 Libra on a last
I waited so long that I thought I died and back 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 they ran
I back with the bag 'cause that's my momma man

I'm patrollin', move off in the block
But the spot that I clock, you get if your numbers' about
So get caught on the fast lane, the fast lane
A just remain and be the same

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

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

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

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

Say gun-man, say tell me where you get your gun from
You musta get it from the land
We to shoot up the old a Babylon
Pay the man to rhyme it

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

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