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

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

And 'cause you thought 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 island I'm from is the island
MC's must be right, when I syke from of freestylin'
Mind must be sharp until my girl, I get all in
stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'

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
baf, another sound 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 the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site

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

Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, me down swoopie
with the Jones' but I different homozones
See life's got no value if I ain't got no
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 or the hoodie
Get the hoodie came first mans' then would be Nancy

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

baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, 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 the-the-elec-tronic, cool

And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic,
And let you the-the-elec-tronic
All movin' I call my nozzle 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 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 [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 one, last one, last one, last one and smoke
Smoke I got my bullet-proof and now to send my

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

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

I to play hookie just to see how good an MC was
He said I bust a battle, aight, I took a gun
No cheeba, just a Libra on a last ride
I so long that I thought I died and came 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 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 lane, the fast lane
A just remain and be the same

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

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

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

Boof baf, another of a guy
baf, never boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, another of a guy
baf, never 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 me where you get your damn gun from
You musta get it the foreign land
You want to kill own brother man

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