Luyện nghe bài hát Rudeboy Salute

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

When I was young I the corner with a vengeance
Crack descendant, 14 years old facin' a sentence
Me and Soul 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 your own
Can't tell me shit about murder and movin'
I got niggas that's off the scale that'll bust through you and your

It's proven today, Armageddon's comin' sooner late
We that really blast, I know Cuban relates
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 man's could withstand through the test
So apply the like I used to do but Crack never left
I traded in my double breasted for a Mac and a vest, what the

Never jump up mi face, I gun
Never judge a by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe di Banton
Hey, what about
Rudeboy, salute your gun

Tonight is a lot of fun, tell them, icin' this
the heart 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
you oppress, elevate stress
Disrespect wreckless

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

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

Never jump up in-a mi 'cause I gun
Never judge a by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di
Hey, about Pun?
Rudeboy, with your gun

Little jacker, raised my little sister while you baby-sat
Why she fat, she ain't got a baby back, ya heard?
'Cause where we at, it's either or die
I seen a nigga sky high from blye 'cause he 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 with all brothers and Bronx bombers
Who want dramas, word to my dead and gone
Let me find the muthafucka
Disrespect Fat Joe, the Don
And I'ma have to jig a like Shawn Carter

What's wrong,
Punisher peel your banana, see you
Leave your covered with a white [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 the talk
We the walk, B-X, baby, New York, New York

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

Never 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 about
Rudeboy, with your gun

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