Luyện nghe bài hát (nfa) No Frontin Allowed

Mad

Brother way back.
We're mics
the days of
8-track.


out the weapon.
Rusted.
Your ho's busted.
Run jules!
Shooting up ya fools.
Leavin' loser
Lazy
In pools.
away
Came
still wack.
Now slobbing Marly's mob
For a track.
Coming off 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!
Here to pump
With hot lead chunks.

I no baby with
rhymes kid.
Put the mic
My peoples where 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 kick teeth
But end up less.
Soul of a
beats
Sending funeral
To all ya chiefs.
Is a raw
To a bearlin' in the
tapes ain't jack
Their best is wack.
I you think you
Got a to win
But my is stopped 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
I can bump 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 screaming for my
So I had to do something.
Write
To a bit
Not a bite.
And the ?
Freak you
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 you thought
it was safe
To try and me.
Run for ya
Now here Mr. Funky
And I'm pissed.
So watch how many
be the takeout
Boy ya look out
I work ya 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!"
Luke Skywalker.
I front
I love with a passion.
Crash your head
the funk
You think I'm slam
See when you
You mad
The weight ?
Freak
"funky twin 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
get along?
see
There simply no
allowed.
Yo, I'm out
Like the Cosby
Peace to the Child.

your
God-damn
Off
it up north
Lookin' like
off ?
It's a blash
And from my stash.
Be watching back kid.
Your girl and the path.
Talking bout macks and tax.
What's that?
Your getting wet
sex.
Ripping on that old kid.
sliced as a slit
Says I wet crib.
No question.
Testing the
And the and
Once the ammo was and
I'll your girl
and getcha.
you get the picture.
Boy better off
If a pit bit ya!
its like
In the fight.
the hype.
I'm giving more
Nose jobs Mike.
Fight sight
bite
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.