Luyện nghe bài hát Rudeboy Salute

Never jump up mi face 'cause I gun
Never a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe di Banton
Hey, about Pun?
Rudeboy, salute with gun
Squad leader, come 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 your legends, Fat Joe, Soul up sessions

Split with detectives to get my flow in protection
Through the ice on my gold you see 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, Armageddon's comin' sooner than
We rappers that really blast, I know relates
50 of terror, rockin' 560 leathers
Some of us are dyin' to gain but the name forever

Marked on my flesh to make my manifest
When I spark, no man's heart could withstand the test
So apply the pressure like I 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, wrong
Dis is Fat Joe di Banton
Hey, what Pun?
Rudeboy, with your gun

is a whole lot of fun, tell them, icin' this
From the heart of to the ice of Alaska
Buffalo Soldier, rasta, I am di original, fuck di impostor
Determined to it with or without ya

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

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

Get, get, whenever, whoever disrespect Banton
Never, Lord, clever
Wanted, make di page of di [Incomprehensible]
Terror Squad crew, you're takin' over, over, over, over, 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, salute your gun

Little baby jacker, my little sister while you baby-sat
Why she livin' fat, she ain't got a baby back, ya
'Cause where we at, it's either or die
I seen a nigga sky from blye 'cause he thought the shit was fly

I let you ride if you bustin', I let you die if you
'Cause to die is the whole of nothin'

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

What's wrong,
Punisher peel your banana, see you
Leave mama covered 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 only talk the
We walk the walk, B-X, baby, New York, New

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

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

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