Luyện nghe bài hát Rudeboy Salute

Never jump up in-a mi face I gun
Never a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di
Hey, what Pun?
Rudeboy, with your gun
Terror leader, come down

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Little baby jacker, raised my little sister while you
Why she fat, she ain't got a baby back, ya heard?
'Cause we at, it's either live or die
I seen a nigga sky high blye 'cause he thought the shit was fly

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

You fuckin' with all brothers and bombers
Who want dramas, word to my dead and gone
Let me find the next
Fat Joe, the Don Carta
And I'ma have to jig a like Shawn Carter

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

the spot, I ain't got no hair on my tongues
'Cause where I'm from, we don't talk 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
This a Fat Joe and Buju
Tell them, what about
Rudeboy, with your gun

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

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