Luyện nghe bài hát Boof Baf

I'm Chill-Master, Nell of a MC's
But how are you tell the real I bust from 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 forward, some write backward
I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja reverse yo
With a verse that's worse the last one
say boo! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans

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

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

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

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

Said if you write with you must write with pen
If you have a you must have a hen
Five plus five you know equals to ten
Then spit the yellow man, check it to site

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

Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, me down swoopie
with the Jones' but I different homozones
See got no value 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, converse man, the chicken or the
Get the hoodie came first then mans' then would be

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

Boof baf, sound of a guy
baf, never boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, 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 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
and cultural, style and never old
Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, filth-swolled
I say no to spliff but my friends still [Incomprehensible]

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

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

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

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

So hear the spirits, many fear, Sir New
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 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 remain yourself and be the same

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

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

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

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

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

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

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