Luyện nghe bài hát Boof Baf

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

Some write forward, write backward
I wait for 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 'cause you thought I was American
Ay Pras, that song 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 island I'm from is the island
must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'
Mind must be until my holler girl, I get all in
Black stylin', ridin', be trappin'

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

baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, boy, duck 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 equals to ten
Then spit the man, check it to groove-to-groove site

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

Aiyyo I used to a hooptie, check me down swoopie
with 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, the mic I'm ready
Three, four, please the army, "Oh God", with
So what, man, the chicken or the hoodie
Get the hoodie came first then mans' would be Nancy

To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check steps
love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man
You say I'm balanced but 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
baf, another 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 the-the-elec-tronic
All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an
You listen to lyrics in chime, your Panasonic

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

Stall MC's 'em up for-er-Death Row
Rhyme and cultural, and never old
the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled
I say no to spliff but my friends still [Incomprehensible]

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

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

Rich rap come from the brothers in the
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 to play hookie just to see how good an MC was
He said I a battle, aight, I still took a gun
No cheeba, cheeba just a on a last ride
I waited so long that I I died and came back alive

So the spirits, many fear, Sir New Stosser
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 'cause that's my man

I'm just patrollin', off in the block
But the spot that I clock, you get shot if numbers' about
So don't get caught on the fast lane, the fast
A just remain and be the same

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

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

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

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

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

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

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