Luyện nghe bài hát Flavor For The Non Believes

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

Pumpin' rocks on the corner, rocks 'cause I wanna
The little Don Ho drug [Incomprehensible] performer
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, up and then I smoke a Phil'
You want a beef with this juvenile delinquent
I'm not good, I'm like a hood

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

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

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

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

I steal like Bel Biv Devoe's
And put on my latex when I hit up the
You know the flavor kid, me my props
'Cause 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 flavor for the non

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thirty touchdown, Mr. Short
Fuckin' niggaz just for the sport
But not without the jimmy 'cause
Nowadays knows mad jig tricks and that I ain't

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

So next time kid, you wanna beef chill
Before I break ass up to bits
How many licks would it
it out, one, two, three bitch-ass nigga licks

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