Luyện nghe bài hát (nfa) No Frontin Allowed

Mad

Brother way back.
We're blowing
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
still wack.
Now your slobbing mob
For a track.
off like a bra
And its the witness.
No
A fru ?
Don't about no money
Got in it.
scripts
With letter in
The alphabet.
jump.
Jump!
And your rump.
Rump!
Here to punks
real hot lead chunks.

I ain't no baby
rhymes kid.
Put the mic
My peoples know 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
beats
Sending funeral
To all ya chiefs.
Is a raw
To a bearlin' in the
Brothers tapes jack
best 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
Straight my
hide-out.
I freak it in the
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 the tracks
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.

Just you thought
That it was
To try and me.
Run for ya
Now here somes Mr.
And I'm pissed.
So how many heads
I'll be the
Boy ya better out
I ya like a cook-out.
So get the
The original Mr.
?
And you me do my thing.
Because I hit ya with the
Of the
And your girl
"Bump-bump!
Get it, get it!"
Like Skywalker.
I can't
I love rapping a passion.
Crash head front
Into the
You think I'm slam
See when you
You mad
The alter ?
Freak
"funky twin activate!"
on the mic
With the and muscles.
MC's
While girls
Do the hustle.
See rappers
Try to dis the
But yo, dead wrong.
Dammit, we all
get along?
see
There simply no
allowed.
Yo, I'm out
Like the Cosby
to the Funky Child.

Punching
eyebrows
Off
Roughing it up
Lookin' like
off ?
It's a smash
And crash my stash.
Be watching back kid.
girl and the phat path.
Talking your macks and tax.
What's with
getting wet like
sex.
Ripping on old school kid.
Leaving as a slit
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 giving crowds
jobs than Mike.
Fight sight
They
light tonight
Is
happy tripe
Don't hit
My right.
And ya know coming off
So ask it.
Snatching the
And on the rap tip.
ya boys up.
Bringing the up.
And now ya stitches
Because my cuts.

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