Luyện nghe bài hát Boof Baf

I'm Chill-Master, Nell of a MC's
But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from fo' knees
'Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record
They go home, write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better

Some forward, some write backward
I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja reverse yo
With a that's worse than the last one
say boo! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans

And 'cause you thought I was American
Ay Pras, remember that song they sang,
Go back to Jamaica, what's good is new
But now we move off Uncle's with a trail-crate of cooler

I'm from the island, the island I'm is the strong island
MC's must be right, I syke from lack of freestylin'
must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in
Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be

When they come to battle see the shoes flappin'
Huh, coolin' while I'm

Boof baf, another of a guy
Boof baf, boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, sound of a guy
baf, never boy, duck punk, try

Said if you write pencil you must write with pen
If you have a rooster you have a hen
Five plus five you know equals to ten
Then the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site

One, two, I throw a to catch it
Three, four, back she know before the track
I ya when style go, to wreck this static
But yo sister, grab the mic and do

Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down
Rollin' with the Jones' but I different
See life's got no value if I ain't got no
heads, I be the kid from "Timbuktu"

One, two, zip me-me, the mic I'm ready
Three, four, the army, "Oh God", with Uzi's
So what, man, the chicken or the hoodie
Get the hoodie came first then then would be Nancy

To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, your steps
love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man
You say I'm balanced but you're of the Lambs
And I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman

baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, punk, try
Boof baf, another of a guy
Boof baf, boy, duck punk, try

I'm on fire, fire, fire
So let me your viacom
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic,
And let you the-the-elec-tronic, cool

And let you the-the-elec-tronic, cool
And let you the-the-elec-tronic
All that movin' I my nozzle you see I was an electronic
You listen to your lyrics in chime, Panasonic

The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the
take the mic man, you know you're really critical

Stall MC's 'em up for-er-Death Row
and cultural, style and never old
Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're
I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke

Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it, somebody chuck the who'd you think?
the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em
Down with my last one, one, last one, last one and smoke
Smoke I got my and now to send my bozack

baf, another sound of a guy
Boof baf, boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, another of a guy
Boof baf, never boy, punk, try

Rich rap come from the brothers in the
Who to rap on a Polaroid, here comes Father Joe
Let me clock the block as I pull
Boof baf, I cut the block with

I used to play hookie just to see how an MC was
He said I bust a battle, aight, I took a gun
No cheeba, cheeba a Libra on a last ride
I waited so long that I thought I died and back alive

So the spirits, many fear, Sir New Stosser
This the new thing under the sun, I come, I come
Bam-bam, alakazam, he the mic up the block they ran
I came back with the bag 'cause my momma man

I'm patrollin', move off in the block
But the spot that I clock, you get shot if numbers' about
So don't get caught on the fast lane, the fast
A just yourself and be the same

'Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for
So sut-um to take you from the am to the pm

a imitator could never be greater than the creator
Whose the originator, up infiltrator, see you in the alligator
Back stabbin' traitor, tape recorder, duplicator, rhymin' with
The head tranzlator and leave the forty to be naughty in the

Boof baf, sound of a guy
baf, never boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, another of a guy
baf, never boy, duck punk, try

Boof baf, sound of a guy
Boof baf, boy, duck punk, try
Boof baf, another of a guy
Boof baf, boy, duck

Say gun-man, say tell me where you get damn gun from
You get it from the foreign land
We want to up the old a Babylon
Pay the man to rhyme it

Say gun-man, say tell me where you get your gun from
You get it from the foreign land
You want to kill your own man

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