Luyện nghe bài hát Boof Baf

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

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

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

I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the 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 they come to battle champ see the shoes
Huh, coolin' while I'm

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

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

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

Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, me down swoopie
Rollin' the Jones' but I different homozones
See life's got no if I ain't got no statue
Hannibal heads, I be the kid "Timbuktu"

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

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

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

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

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

Stall MC's soft-put 'em up Row
Rhyme and cultural, style and old
Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, filth-swolled
I say no to spliff but my still smoke [Incomprehensible]

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

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

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

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

So hear the spirits, many fear, Sir New
the new thing under the sun, when I come, I come
Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic up the block ran
I back with 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 lane, the fast lane
A just remain and be the same

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

'Cause a imitator could 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 leave the forty to be naughty in the

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

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

Say gun-man, say me where you get your damn gun from
You musta get it from the foreign
We want to shoot up the old a
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 want to kill own brother man

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