Luyện nghe bài hát (nfa) No Frontin Allowed

Mad

Brother way back.
blowing mics
Since the of
8-track.


out the weapon.
Rusted.
Your gets busted.
Run jules!
Shooting up ya fools.
Leavin' your
lyricist
In pools.
away
Came
Your wack.
Now your slobbing mob
For a track.
Coming off a bra
And its the witness.
No
A fru ?
Don't about no money
Got in it.
Flipping
every letter in
The alphabet.
jump.
Jump!
And your rump.
Rump!
Here to pump
With real hot chunks.

I no baby with
These kid.
Put the mic
My know where ya live.
I chop you
riddle
Right up the
And have the
the fiddle
In the hospital.
said, "He
Couldn't rip the
Roughness."
kick your teeth
But end up less.
Soul of a
Thousand
funeral wreathes
To all ya chiefs.
Is a raw
To a bearlin' in the
tapes ain't 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
Plus I can a chump.
I got the
from my
hide-out.
I freak it in the
And let the hits
Ooz out.
Bust on the
To let ya I
fronting
Got ya for my album
So I had to do something.
Write
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.
Cause in the house of
no fronting 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 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 your girl
"Bump-bump!
Get it, get it!"
Like Skywalker.
I can't
I love rapping a passion.
your head front
Into the
You I'm slam dancing
See when you
You mad
The weight ?
Freak
"funky twin activate!"
on the mic
With the and muscles.
Crushing
While their
Do the hustle.
See other
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' your
off ?
It's a smash
And from my stash.
Be your back kid.
girl and the phat path.
Talking bout macks and tax.
What's with
Your getting wet
sex.
Ripping on old school kid.
Leaving sliced as a
Says I wet crib.
No question.
the west
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!
its like
In the fight.
the hype.
I'm giving crowds
Nose jobs Mike.
sight alright
They
Spot light
Is
Trigger happy
hit bite
My right.
And ya know coming off
So ask it.
the vocal
And on the rap tip.
ya boys up.
Bringing the up.
And now ya need
Because my cuts.

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