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 gets busted.
Run jules!
up ya damn fools.
Leavin' your
Lazy
In pools.
Went
Came
Your wack.
Now slobbing Marly's mob
For a track.
off like a bra
And its the witness.
No
A fru ?
care about no money
Got in it.
scripts
With letter in
The alphabet.
jump.
Jump!
And jingle rump.
Rump!
Here to punks
With hot lead chunks.

I ain't no baby
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."
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 ain't
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
fronting
Got ya for my album
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 swinging for brow.
Cause in the of hits
no fronting allowed.

Just you thought
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 ya like a cook-out.
So get the
The Mr. Funky
?
And you me do my thing.
Because I hit ya with the
Of the
And make girl
"Bump-bump!
Get it, get it!"
Luke Skywalker.
I front
I love rapping a passion.
Crash your head
Into the
You I'm slam dancing
See you front
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, dead wrong.
Dammit, we all
get along?
see
There simply no
allowed.
Yo, I'm out
Like the Cosby
to the Funky Child.

Punching
God-damn
Off
it up north
Lookin' your
off ?
It's a blash
And crash my stash.
Be watching your kid.
Your and the phat path.
Talking your macks and tax.
What's with
getting wet like
sex.
Ripping on that old kid.
sliced 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!
What's its
In the fight.
the hype.
I'm giving crowds
jobs than Mike.
Fight sight
bite
Spot tonight
Is
happy tripe
Don't hit
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 play it
Is my law.