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 di Banton
Hey, about Pun?
Rudeboy, salute with gun
Terror Squad leader, come

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

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

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

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

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

Tonight is a lot of fun, tell them, icin' this
From the heart of Kingston to the ice of
Buffalo Soldier, hardcore rasta, I am di original, fuck di
Determined to make it or without ya

No borders, no
I've got to care of my enemies
you oppress, elevate stress
Disrespect wreckless

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

Get, get, whenever, whoever disrespect Banton
Never, Lord, clever
Wanted, di front page of di [Incomprehensible]
Squad crew, you're takin' over, over, over, over, hear dis

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

baby jacker, raised my little sister while you baby-sat
Why she fat, she ain't got a baby 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
'Cause to die is the price of nothin'

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

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

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

Never jump up mi face, I gun
Never judge a by di cover, dat's wrong
This a Fat Joe and Banton
Tell them, what Pun?
Rudeboy, salute your gun

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

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