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 with a record
They go home, they write a rhyme, they think ready to battle better

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

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

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

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

Boof baf, another 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 pencil you must with pen
If you have a you must have a hen
Five plus you know that equals to ten
Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove

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

Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down
Rollin' with the Jones' but I 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, please the army, "Oh God", Uzi's
So what, man, the chicken or the hoodie
Get the hoodie came first then mans' then be Nancy

To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, your steps
I'll love your theory like the
You say I'm but you're Silence of the Lambs
And when I your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman

baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, another of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, 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 the-the-elec-tronic
All that movin' I my nozzle 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 really critical

MC's soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row
Rhyme and cultural, style and old
the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled
I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke

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

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

Rich rap from the brothers in the neigborhood
Who used to rap on a Polaroid, comes Father Joe
Let me the block as I pull fo'-five
Boof baf, I cut the 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 a Libra on a last ride
I waited so long that I thought I died and back alive

So hear the spirits, many fear, Sir New
This the new thing under the sun, I come, I come
Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic up the they ran
I came back with the bag that's my momma man

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

many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'
So here's sut-um to 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 traitor, tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with
The tranzlator and leave the forty to be naughty in the refrigerator

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

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

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

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

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