Luyện nghe bài hát Rudeboy Salute

Never jump up in-a mi 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's
Dis is Fat Joe di Banton
Hey, about Pun?
Rudeboy, salute with gun
Terror leader, come down

I was young I blazed the corner with a vengeance
Crack king descendant, 14 years old a sentence
Me and Soul still co-defendants
Know legends, Fat Joe, Soul 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 about 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 that really blast, I know Cuban relates
50 of terror, rockin' 560 leathers
Some of us are dyin' to gain but the lives forever

Marked on my to make my thoughts manifest
When I spark, no man's could withstand through the test
So apply the pressure like I used to do but Crack never
I in my double breasted for a Mac and a vest, what the fuck?

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

Tonight is a whole lot of fun, tell them, icin'
From the heart of Kingston to the ice of
Buffalo Soldier, hardcore rasta, I am di original, fuck di
Determined to make it with or ya

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

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

Get, get, whenever, disrespect Buju Banton
Never, Lord, clever
Wanted, make di front page of di
Terror Squad crew, you're takin' over, over, over, over, dis

Never jump up in-a mi 'cause I gun
Never judge a by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di
Hey, about Pun?
Rudeboy, salute your gun

Little baby jacker, raised my little while you baby-sat
Why she livin' fat, she got a baby back, ya heard?
where we at, it's either live or die
I seen a sky high from blye 'cause he thought the shit was fly

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

You with all brothers and Bronx bombers
Who want dramas, word to my dead and gone
Let me find the muthafucka
Fat Joe, the Don Carta
And I'ma 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 my guns

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

jump up in-a mi face, I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, wrong
This a Fat Joe and Buju
Tell them, about Pun?
Rudeboy, with your gun

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

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