Luyện nghe bài hát Flavor For The Non Believes

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

Pumpin' rocks on the corner, pumpin' rocks 'cause I
The little Don Ho drug dealer [Incomprehensible]
At my height, I'm as a midget
But it ain't about height, about, "Can I kick it?"

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

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

Sweet candy, the poetic vigilante
So explicit, even flicks ban me
And girls gel me like curl activate
The dog drinkin' money

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

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

I shows like Bel Biv Devoe's
And put on my latex when I hit up the
You know the flavor kid, give me my
'Cause 1992 and all the bullshit stops

Check it, this is for the non believes
This is flavor for the non
Check it, is flavor for the non believes
is flavor 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
Check out the way, check out the way, the way that I it

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

MC's can't get Mister Mister
Money don't fake moves 'cause I probably hit sister
I'm on a mission, is bond
to God, I goes on, the little Don

Smooth and as I get drastic
your brain mentally and psychopathic
I murder the brain of Hitler black
And me bein' weak, even Kodak couldn't that

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

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

You I couldn't wish I wanna do what I did
I did it so I done, another fuckin' kid
'Cause I don't give a and you do
That's why your stupid ass got outta luck

Never took the time to
Took a bitch down then I'm out quick
Nestle chocolate, munch like it's
That was then, this is now, I'm goin' for the

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

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

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

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