Luyện nghe bài hát Rudeboy Salute

Never up in-a mi face '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
Terror Squad leader, come

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

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

proven 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 lives forever

on my flesh to make my thoughts manifest
When I spark, no heart could withstand through the test
So apply the pressure like I used to do but never left
I in my double breasted for a Mac and a vest, what the fuck?

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

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

No borders, no
I've got to take care of my
Don't you oppress, elevate
[Incomprehensible] wreckless

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

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

jump 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 about
Rudeboy, salute your gun

baby jacker, raised my little sister while you baby-sat
Why she livin' fat, she got a baby back, ya heard?
'Cause where we at, it's either 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
'Cause to die is the whole of nothin'

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

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

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

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

Never 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?