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 alongside di
Hey, about Pun?
Rudeboy, with your gun
Terror Squad leader, come

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

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

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

Marked on my flesh to make my manifest
When I spark, no heart could withstand 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 jump up mi face, I gun
Never a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe di Banton
Hey, what about
Rudeboy, salute with gun

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

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

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

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

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

Little baby jacker, raised my little sister while you
Why she livin' fat, she ain't got a back, ya heard?
'Cause where we at, it's either 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 whole price of

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

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

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

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

Never jump up mi face, I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, wrong
a Fat Joe and Buju Banton
Tell them, what about
Rudeboy, salute your gun

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