Luyện nghe bài hát Flavor For The Non Believes

Yo, this is for the non believes
Sit back, take a seat and don't to pass the weed
And by the way, this is all the way
And the way I survive is pumpin' nickels and dimes

Pumpin' rocks on the corner, pumpin' 'cause I wanna
The Don Ho drug dealer [Incomprehensible] performer
At my height, I'm as a midget
But it about height, it's about, "Can I kick it?"

say I'm too little, but yo I'm too ill
I hit skins, light up and then I a Phil'
You don't want a beef with juvenile delinquent
I'm not good, I'm like a hood

And when I MC's abandon ship
'Cause my brain is the sun of a eclipse
Yo, is the man that you have to bring
I'm flippin' like pages in a Word Up magazine

Sweet candy, the poetic vigilante
So explicit, even porno ban me
And girls gel me like jheri activate
The forty dog money

Grip, you're dead and
Brain overload when I'm thinkin'
This is a rap and I leave a fat taste
Get off the microphone kid, in a child's place

I cook you up, like Uptown raw
And leave you open if you just saw Scarface
I said it before, shorty scores, I get raw
For the cause, battle me, take a

I steal like Bel Biv Devoe's
And put on my latex I hit up the hoes
You the flavor kid, give me my props
it's 1992 and all the bullshit stops

Check it, is flavor for the non believes
is flavor for the non believes
Check it, is flavor for the non believes
This is for the non believes

Mr. Soul, jewels sippin' old gold
Roll up my nickel, of weed, lick it up and stroll
Prodigy, verbally and I'm toxic
out the way, check out the way, the way that I drop it

You know my style, back 'cause I'm buck wild
All it takes is a mic, 40 dog and a
Baby Puba, Little Rick, the ruler
And in my pocket is crazy fat bag of

can't get with Mister Mister
Money don't moves 'cause I probably hit your sister
I'm on a mission, word is
Word to God, I goes on, the Don

Smooth and fantastic as I get
Shake your mentally and psychopathic
I murder with the brain of black
And me weak, even Kodak couldn't picture that

This is for the
This is for the non believes
Flavor for the non
This is flavor for the non
is flavor for the non believes

Niggaz don't understand of all
I rip I rip check it, never stall
Freestyle for you and yours
I'm all out, check it

You thought I couldn't wish I do what I did
I did it so I done, kill another kid
I don't give a motherfuck and you do
That's why your stupid ass got bucked luck

Never the time to wish
Took a bitch down then I'm out like
Nestle chocolate, like it's [Incomprehensible]
That was then, this is now, I'm goin' for the

yard touchdown, Mr. Short
Fuckin' niggaz bitches for the sport
But not the jimmy 'cause bitches
Nowadays knows mad jig tricks and that I ain't

Oh shit, time to move, time to move, we go
another fly groove, 'cause I'm so smooth
Never like to brag but I do it
Sip on a 40, on the Phil'

So next time kid, you wanna just chill
Before I break your ass up to
How many licks it take?
Check it out, one, two, three bitch-ass nigga

This is flavor for the non
This is for the non believes
This is flavor for the non
is flavor for the non believes