Luyện nghe bài hát Rudeboy Salute

Never jump up in-a mi face I gun
judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di
Hey, what about
Rudeboy, with your gun
Squad leader, come down

When I was young I blazed the corner a vengeance
Crack king descendant, 14 old facin' a sentence
Me and Tone Soul co-defendants
your legends, Fat Joe, Soul blowin' up sessions

Split dough with detectives to get my in protection
the ice on my gold you see your own reflection
Can't tell me shit murder and movin' weight
I got niggas that's off the scale that'll bust through you and mate

proven today, Armageddon's comin' sooner than late
We rappers that really blast, I know Cuban
50 niggas of terror, 560 leathers
Some of us are dyin' to gain but the name lives

Marked on my flesh to my thoughts manifest
I spark, no man's heart could withstand through the test
So the pressure like I used to do but Crack never left
I traded in my double breasted for a Mac and a vest, what the

Never up in-a mi face, I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di
Hey, about Pun?
Rudeboy, salute with gun

Tonight is a whole lot of fun, them, icin' this
From the heart of to the ice of Alaska
Buffalo Soldier, rasta, I am di original, fuck di impostor
to make it with or without ya

No borders, no
got to take care of my enemies
Don't you oppress, stress
[Incomprehensible] wreckless

Artillery over my chest
Bullet from right out to left
Skip and dive, duck like The
From the day I've been I have been a target

Get, get, whenever, whoever Buju Banton
Never, Lord, [Incomprehensible]
Wanted, make di page of di [Incomprehensible]
Terror Squad crew, you're over, over, over, over, hear dis

jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di
Hey, what Pun?
Rudeboy, salute with gun

Little baby jacker, my little sister while you baby-sat
Why she livin' fat, she ain't got a back, ya heard?
'Cause where we at, either live or die
I seen a nigga sky high blye 'cause he thought the shit was fly

I let you if you bustin', I let you die if you bluffin'
'Cause to die is the whole of nothin'

You fuckin' with all and Bronx bombers
Who want dramas, word to my dead and mama
Let me find the muthafucka
Disrespect Fat Joe, the Don
And have to jig a nigga like Shawn Carter

What's wrong,
Punisher your banana, see you manana
Leave your covered with a white [incomprehensible]
That's right, I'ma be there with my

Blowin' the spot, I ain't got no on my tongues
'Cause I'm from, we don't only talk the talk
We the walk, B-X, baby, New York, New York

Never up in-a mi face, I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's
This a Fat Joe and Banton
Tell them, what about
Rudeboy, salute with gun

Never up in-a mi face, I gun
Never judge a by di cover, dat's wrong
a Fat Joe and Buju Banton
Tell them, about Pun?
Rudeboy, salute your gun

Buju Banton, original gangsta
Fat Joe, Squad massive
What, what? Murderous,