Luyện nghe bài hát (nfa) No Frontin Allowed

Mad

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


out the weapon.
Rusted.
Your ho's busted.
Run jules!
Shooting up ya fools.
Leavin' loser
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 care about no
Got in it.
Flipping
every letter in
The alphabet.
jump.
Jump!
And jingle rump.
Rump!
Here to punks
real hot lead chunks.

I ain't no baby
These kid.
Put the mic
My know where ya live.
I you little
Brittle
up the middle
And the police
the fiddle
In the hospital.
said, "He
Couldn't rip the
Roughness."
kick your teeth
But end up less.
Soul of a
Thousand
Sending 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
Straight 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 screaming for my
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 swinging for brow.
Cause in the house of
no fronting allowed.

Just when you
That it was
To try and me.
Run for ya
Now here somes Mr.
And I'm pissed.
So watch how 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.
I hit ya with the funk
Of the
And make your
"Bump-bump!
Get it, get it!"
Like Skywalker.
I can't
I love with a passion.
your head front
Into the
You I'm slam dancing
See when you
You mad
The alter ?
this:
"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
get along?
see
There ain't no
allowed.
Yo, I'm out
Like the show
Peace to the Child.

Punching
God-damn
Off
Roughing it up
Lookin' like
off ?
It's a smash
And crash my stash.
Be your back kid.
Your and the phat path.
Talking bout macks and tax.
with that?
Your getting wet
sex.
Ripping on that old kid.
Leaving as a slit
Says I wet crib.
No question.
the west
And the and
Once the ammo was and
make your girl
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 crowds
Nose jobs Mike.
Fight alright
They
Spot tonight
Is
Trigger tripe
hit bite
My right.
And ya know coming off
So ask it.
Snatching the
And on the rap tip.
Macking ya up.
the noise up.
And now ya need
my voice cuts.

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