Luyện nghe bài hát (nfa) No Frontin Allowed

Mad

Brother way back.
We're mics
Since the of
8-track.


out the weapon.
Rusted.
Your gets busted.
Run jules!
up ya damn fools.
Leavin' your
lyricist
In pools.
Went
back
Your wack.
Now slobbing Marly's mob
For a track.
off like a bra
And its the witness.
No
A fru ?
Don't about no money
Got in it.
Flipping
With letter in
The alphabet.
jump.
Jump!
And jingle rump.
Rump!
Here to punks
With hot lead chunks.

I no baby with
These kid.
Put the mic
My know where ya live.
I you little
riddle
Right up the
And the police
the fiddle
In the hospital.
said, "He
Couldn't rip the
Roughness."
Rhymes your teeth
But end up less.
Soul of a
Thousand
Sending wreathes
To all ya chiefs.
Is a raw
To a bearlin' in the
Brothers tapes jack
Their tracks is wack.
I heard you you
Got a to win
But my is stopped off
To the top ten.
and rugged and raw
I'm a callous.
The can say
"ain't no
In my palace."

can I be the
Flavor of the
I got the
I can bump a chump.
I got the
from my
hide-out.
I it in the house
And let the just
Ooz out.
Bust on the
To let ya I
Wasn't
Got ya for my album
So I had to do something.
tonight
To a bit
Not a bite.
And the ?
you with
All my might.
"Here I am to
the day!"
I stop the
the mic
So I say "To chay"
And "On Gaurd"
When I'm for your brow.
Cause in the house of
Ain't no allowed.

Just when you
it was safe
To try and me.
Run for ya
Now somes Mr. Funky
And I'm pissed.
So watch how many
be the takeout
Boy ya better out
I work ya a cook-out.
So get the
The Mr. Funky
?
And you me do my thing.
Because I hit ya with the
Of the
And your girl
"Bump-bump!
Get it, get it!"
Luke Skywalker.
I front
I rapping with a passion.
Crash your head
Into the
You think I'm dancing
See when you
You mad
The alter ?
this:
"funky twin activate!"
on the mic
With the and muscles.
MC's
While girls
Do the hustle.
See other
Try to dis the
But yo, your wrong.
Dammit, we all
Just get
see
There ain't no
allowed.
Yo, I'm out
Like the show
to the Funky Child.

Punching
eyebrows
Off
Roughing it up
Lookin' your
off ?
It's a smash
And crash my stash.
Be watching your kid.
Your girl and the path.
bout your macks and tax.
What's that?
Your getting wet
sex.
Ripping on that old kid.
Leaving sliced as a
Says I wet crib.
No question.
the west
And the and
the ammo was released and
I'll make your
and getcha.
you get the picture.
Boy your off
If a pit bit ya!
its like
In the fight.
the hype.
I'm crowds more
Nose jobs Mike.
sight alright
They
Spot tonight
Is
Trigger happy
Don't hit
My right.
And ya it's coming off
So ask it.
Snatching the
And on the rap tip.
ya boys up.
Bringing the up.
And now ya stitches
my voice cuts.

Gain
And raw.
And never let a play it
Is my law.