Luyện nghe bài hát Flavor For The Non Believes

Yo, this is 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 that I is pumpin' nickels and dimes

Pumpin' rocks on the corner, rocks 'cause I wanna
The little Don Ho drug dealer performer
At my height, I'm as a midget
But it ain't 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 I smoke a Phil'
You don't want a beef with this delinquent
I'm not good, I'm livin' like a

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

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

Grip, dead and stinkin'
Brain 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 cook you up, Uptown raw base
And leave you like if you just saw Scarface
Like I said it before, scores, I get raw
For the cause, battle me, take a

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

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

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

You my style, step 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 is crazy fat bag of Buddha

can't get with Mister Mister
Money fake moves 'cause I probably hit your sister
I'm on a mission, word is
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 couldn't picture that

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

Niggaz understand first of all
I rip when I rip it, never stall
Freestyle meanwhile for you and
I'm goin' all out, it

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

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

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

Oh shit, time to move, to move, here 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 kid, you wanna beef just chill
I break your ass up to bits
How many would it take?
Check it out, one, two, three bitch-ass nigga

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