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, what about
Rudeboy, salute with gun
Terror Squad leader, come

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

Split dough detectives to get my flow in protection
Through the ice on my gold you see own reflection
Can't me shit about murder and movin' 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 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 to make my thoughts manifest
I spark, no man's heart could withstand through the test
So apply the pressure like I to do but Crack 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, dat's
Dis is Fat Joe di Banton
Hey, what about
Rudeboy, salute with gun

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

No borders, no
I've got to take care of my
you oppress, elevate stress
Disrespect wreckless

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

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

jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never a book 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 you baby-sat
Why she livin' fat, she got a baby back, ya heard?
'Cause where we at, either live or die
I a nigga sky high from blye 'cause he thought the shit was fly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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