Luyện nghe bài hát Boof Baf

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

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

And Hatians 'cause you thought I was
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 a trail-crate of cooler

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

When they come to battle champ see the flappin'
Huh, coolin' I'm rappin'

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

Said if you write with pencil you write with pen
If you have a rooster you 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 know 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, check me swoopie
Rollin' with the Jones' but I different
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", with
So what, converse man, the or the hoodie
Get the hoodie came then mans' then would be Nancy

To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, your steps
I'll love your like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man
You say I'm balanced but you're 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
baf, never 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 the-the-elec-tronic
All that I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic
You listen to lyrics in chime, your Panasonic

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

Stall MC's soft-put 'em up Row
Rhyme and cultural, and never old
Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're
I say no to spliff but my friends smoke [Incomprehensible]

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

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

I used to play 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 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 my momma man

I'm patrollin', move off in the block
But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers'
So get caught on the fast lane, the fast lane
A just remain yourself and be the

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

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

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

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

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

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