Luyện nghe bài hát Rudeboy Salute

Never jump 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, salute your gun
Terror leader, come down

When I was young I blazed the corner a vengeance
Crack king descendant, 14 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 your own
Can't tell me shit about and movin' weight
I got niggas that's off the scale bust through you and your mate

It's proven today, Armageddon's comin' than late
We that 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 thoughts
When I spark, no man's heart withstand through the test
So apply the pressure like I used to do but never left
I traded in my double breasted for a Mac and a vest, the fuck?

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

Tonight is a whole lot of fun, tell them, this
From the heart of Kingston to the ice of
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 like The
From the day I've been born I have a target

Get, get, whenever, disrespect Buju Banton
Never, Lord, [Incomprehensible]
Wanted, di front page of di [Incomprehensible]
Terror Squad crew, takin' 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 di Banton
Hey, what about
Rudeboy, salute with gun

Little baby jacker, raised my sister while you baby-sat
Why she fat, she ain't got a baby back, ya heard?
'Cause where we at, either live or die
I seen a nigga sky high from '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 price of nothin'

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

wrong, partner?
Punisher your banana, see you manana
Leave your mama with 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 the walk, B-X, baby, New York, New York

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

jump 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

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