Luyện nghe bài hát Rudeboy Salute

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

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

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

It's 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 to make my thoughts manifest
When I spark, no man's could withstand through the test
So apply the pressure I used to do but Crack never left
I traded in my breasted 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, salute your gun

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

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

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

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

Never jump up mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe di Banton
Hey, what about
Rudeboy, salute your gun

Little baby jacker, raised my sister while you baby-sat
Why she livin' fat, she ain't got a baby back, ya
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 if you bustin', I let you die if you bluffin'
'Cause to die is the whole of nothin'

You fuckin' with all brothers and bombers
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 Shawn

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

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

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

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 with gun

Buju Banton, rasta gangsta
Fat Joe, Terror massive
What, what? Murderous,