Luyện nghe bài hát Rudeboy Salute

Never jump up in-a mi face I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's
Dis is Fat Joe di Banton
Hey, about Pun?
Rudeboy, salute your gun
Terror leader, come down

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

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 murder and weight
I got niggas that's off the scale that'll bust through you and your

It's today, Armageddon's comin' sooner than late
We rappers that really blast, I know Cuban
50 niggas of terror, rockin' 560
Some of us are dyin' to but the name 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 to do but Crack never left
I in my double breasted for a Mac and a vest, what the fuck?

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

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

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

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

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

Never jump up in-a mi 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di
Hey, what about
Rudeboy, salute your gun

Little baby jacker, raised my little while you baby-sat
Why she livin' fat, she ain't got a baby back, ya
'Cause where we at, it's live or die
I seen a sky high 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 price of

You fuckin' 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 like Carter

What's wrong,
Punisher your banana, see you manana
Leave your mama covered with a [incomprehensible]
That's right, I'ma be there 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 a book by di cover, dat's wrong
a Fat Joe and Buju Banton
Tell them, about Pun?
Rudeboy, salute your gun

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

Banton, original rasta gangsta
Fat Joe, Squad massive
What, Murderous, what?