Luyện nghe bài hát Boof Baf

I'm Chill-Master, Nell of a thousand
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 write a rhyme, they think they to battle better

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

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

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

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

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

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

To kill the Jesse James rough, back, check your steps
I'll love theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man
You say I'm balanced but you're of the Lambs
And when I 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 the-the-elec-tronic, cool
And let you enter
All that movin' I call my you see I was an electronic
You listen to your lyrics in chime, Panasonic

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

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

Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it, somebody me-who the who'd you think?
Hold the mic, hold the mic, I 'em
Down 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
Boof baf, another of a guy
baf, never boy, duck punk, try

Rich rap come the brothers in the neigborhood
Who to rap on a Polaroid, here comes Father Joe
Let me the block 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 a battle, aight, I still took a gun
No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a ride
I so long that I thought I died and came back alive

So the spirits, many fear, Sir New Stosser
This the new thing the sun, when 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 spot that I clock, you get if your numbers' about
So don't get caught on the fast lane, the fast
A remain yourself 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, up infiltrator, see you in the alligator
Back stabbin' traitor, recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with
The head tranzlator and leave the forty to be in the refrigerator

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

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

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

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