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
Lazy
In pools.
away
Came
still wack.
Now slobbing 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.
Flipping
every letter in
The alphabet.
jump.
Jump!
And jingle rump.
Rump!
to pump punks
With hot lead chunks.

I ain't no with
rhymes kid.
Put the mic
My know where ya live.
I you little
Brittle
Right up the
And have the
Playing the
In the hospital.
said, "He
Couldn't rip the
Roughness."
Rhymes kick teeth
But end up less.
survivor of a
Thousand
Sending funeral
To all ya chiefs.
Is a raw
To a bearlin' in the
Brothers ain't jack
Their tracks is wack.
I you think you
Got a to win
But my glock is 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 hits
Ooz out.
Bust on the
To let ya I
fronting
Got ya screaming for my
So I had to do something.
tonight
To a bit
Not a bite.
And the ?
Freak you
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 here somes Mr.
And I'm pissed.
So how many heads
I'll be the
Boy ya look out
I ya like 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.
Crash head front
Into the
You think I'm dancing
See you front
You mad
The weight ?
this:
"funky powers activate!"
on the mic
With the and muscles.
MC's
While their
Do the hustle.
See rappers
Try to dis the
But yo, dead wrong.
Dammit, we all
Just get
see
There ain't no
allowed.
Yo, I'm out
Like the show
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 and the phat path.
Talking bout your and tax.
What's that?
Your getting wet
sex.
Ripping on old school kid.
Leaving as a slit
Says I wet crib.
No question.
Testing the
And the and
Once the was released and
I'll your girl
and getcha.
you get the picture.
Boy your 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
Don't hit
My right.
And ya know coming off
So ask it.
the vocal
And on the rap tip.
Macking ya up.
the noise up.
And now ya need
Because my cuts.

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