Luyện nghe bài hát (nfa) No Frontin Allowed

Mad

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


out the weapon.
Rusted.
Your gets busted.
Run jules!
up ya damn fools.
Leavin' loser
lyricist
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 about no
Got in it.
scripts
With every in
The alphabet.
jump.
Jump!
And your rump.
Rump!
Here to pump
With hot lead chunks.

I no baby with
These kid.
Put the mic
My peoples know 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 your
But end up less.
Soul of a
beats
Sending funeral
To all ya chiefs.
Is a raw
To a in the woods?
Brothers tapes 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
Plus I can a chump.
I got the
Straight my
hide-out.
I it in the house
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.
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.
in the house of hits
Ain't no allowed.

when you thought
That it was
To try and me.
Run for ya
Now somes Mr. Funky
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 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 you front
You mad
The weight ?
Freak
"funky twin activate!"
on the mic
With the and muscles.
MC's
While their
Do the hustle.
See other
Try to dis the
But yo, your wrong.
Dammit, we all
Just get
see
There ain't no
allowed.
Yo, I'm out
Like the Cosby
Peace to the Child.

your
God-damn
Off
Roughing it up
like your
off ?
It's a blash
And from my stash.
Be your back kid.
Your girl and the path.
Talking bout 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
Once the ammo was and
I'll make your
and getcha.
you get the picture.
Boy better off
If a pit bit ya!
What's its
In the fight.
the hype.
I'm crowds more
jobs than Mike.
Fight sight
They
Spot tonight
Is
Trigger happy
Don't hit
My right.
And ya it's 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 brother it
Is my law.