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, down

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

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

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

on my flesh to make my thoughts manifest
When I spark, no man's heart could withstand the test
So apply the like I used to do but Crack never 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, dat's
Dis is Fat Joe di Banton
Hey, about Pun?
Rudeboy, salute your gun

is a whole 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 take care of my
you oppress, elevate stress
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, disrespect Buju Banton
Never, Lord, clever
Wanted, make di front page of di
Terror 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 back, ya heard?
'Cause where we at, it's live or die
I seen a nigga sky high 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 fuckin' all brothers and Bronx bombers
Who want dramas, to my dead and gone mama
Let me the next muthafucka
Disrespect Fat Joe, the Don
And I'ma have to jig a like Shawn Carter

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

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

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

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