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 ho's busted.
Run jules!
Shooting up ya fools.
Leavin' your
lyricist
In pools.
away
Came
Your wack.
Now your Marly's mob
For a track.
off like a bra
And its the witness.
No
A fru ?
Don't care no money
Got in it.
scripts
With every in
The alphabet.
jump.
Jump!
And your rump.
Rump!
Here to punks
With real hot chunks.

I no baby with
rhymes kid.
Put the mic
My know where ya live.
I you little
riddle
Right up the
And the police
Playing the
In the hospital.
said, "He
Couldn't rip the
Roughness."
kick your teeth
But end up less.
survivor of a
beats
Sending wreathes
To all ya chiefs.
Is a raw
To a in the woods?
tapes ain't jack
Their tracks is wack.
I you think you
Got a to win
But my glock is off
To the top ten.
Rough and 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
Plus I can a chump.
I got the
from my
hide-out.
I it in the house
And let the just
Ooz out.
on the scene
To let ya I
Wasn't
Got ya screaming for my
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.
in the house of hits
Ain't no allowed.

when you thought
That it was
To try and me.
Run for ya
Now here Mr. Funky
And I'm pissed.
So watch how heads
I'll be the
Boy ya look out
I work ya a cook-out.
So get the
The Mr. Funky
?
And you me do my thing.
Because I hit ya the funk
Of the
And make girl
"Bump-bump!
Get it, get it!"
Like Skywalker.
I can't
I love rapping a passion.
your head front
the funk
You think I'm slam
See when you
You mad
The alter ?
Freak
"funky twin activate!"
on the mic
With the and muscles.
Crushing
their 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 Cosby
Peace to the Child.

Punching
eyebrows
Off
Roughing it up
Lookin' your
off ?
It's a blash
And crash my stash.
Be watching your kid.
Your girl and the path.
bout your macks and tax.
What's with
Your getting wet
sex.
Ripping on old school kid.
sliced as a slit
Says I wet crib.
No question.
Testing the
And the and
the ammo was released and
I'll make your
and getcha.
you get the picture.
Boy better off
If a pit bit ya!
What's its
In the fight.
the hype.
I'm giving more
Nose jobs Mike.
sight alright
They
Spot light
Is
Trigger happy
hit bite
My right.
And ya know it's off
So ask it.
the vocal
And on the rap tip.
Macking ya up.
Bringing the up.
And now ya stitches
my voice cuts.

Gain
And raw.
And let a brother play it
Is my law.