Luyện nghe bài hát Rudeboy Salute

Never jump up in-a mi 'cause I gun
Never a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe di Banton
Hey, what Pun?
Rudeboy, salute your gun
Terror Squad leader, down

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

dough with detectives to get my flow in protection
Through the ice on my gold you see 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 your

It's proven today, Armageddon's comin' sooner than
We rappers that really blast, I Cuban relates
50 of terror, rockin' 560 leathers
Some of us are dyin' to gain but the lives forever

Marked on my flesh to make my thoughts
When I spark, no man's heart could withstand through the
So apply the pressure like I used to do but Crack left
I traded in my double for a Mac and a vest, what the fuck?

Never up in-a mi face, I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, wrong
Dis is Fat Joe di Banton
Hey, what Pun?
Rudeboy, with your gun

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

No borders, no
I've got to take of my enemies
Don't you oppress, elevate
Disrespect [Incomprehensible]

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

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

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

Little baby jacker, raised my little 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 from blye 'cause he thought the was fly

I let you ride if you bustin', I let you die if you
to die is the whole price of nothin'

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

wrong, partner?
Punisher your banana, see you manana
Leave your covered with a white [incomprehensible]
That's right, be there with my guns

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

Never up in-a mi face, I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's
This a Fat Joe and Buju
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, what Pun?
Rudeboy, with your gun

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