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 everyone a deal with a record company
go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better

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

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

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

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

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

Said if you write pencil you must write with pen
If you have a you must have a hen
plus five 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 go, to wreck this static
But yo sister, grab the mic and do

I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie
Rollin' the Jones' but I different homozones
See life's got no if I ain't got no statue
heads, I be the kid from "Timbuktu"

One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm
Three, four, please the army, "Oh God", Uzi's
So what, converse man, the or the hoodie
Get the hoodie came first then then would be Nancy

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

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

Well I'm on fire, fire,
So let me re-light your
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic,
And let you the-the-elec-tronic, cool

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 you're really

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

Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it, somebody me-who the who'd 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, sound of a guy
baf, never boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, another of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, punk, try

Rich rap from the brothers in the neigborhood
Who used to rap on a Polaroid, here comes Joe
Let me the block as I pull fo'-five
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 thought I died and back alive

So the spirits, many fear, Sir New Stosser
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 spot that I clock, you get shot if your about
So don't get caught on the fast lane, the fast
A remain yourself 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 than the
Whose the originator, step up infiltrator, see you in the
Back stabbin' traitor, tape recorder, duplicator, roughly 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, 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

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

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

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