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.
your loser
Lazy
In pools.
Went
back
Your wack.
Now your Marly's mob
For a track.
off like a bra
And its the witness.
No
A fru ?
Don't care no money
Got in it.
Flipping
With every in
The alphabet.
jump.
Jump!
And jingle rump.
Rump!
to pump punks
With real hot chunks.

I ain't no with
These kid.
Put the mic
My peoples where ya live.
I you little
Brittle
up the middle
And have the
the fiddle
In the hospital.
said, "He
rip with the
Roughness."
Rhymes kick your
But end up less.
Soul of a
beats
Sending wreathes
To all ya chiefs.
Is a raw
To a in the woods?
Brothers tapes ain't
best 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 freak it in the
And let the hits
Ooz out.
on the scene
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 for your brow.
in the house of hits
Ain't no allowed.

Just when you
it was safe
To try and me.
Run for ya
Now here somes Mr.
And I'm pissed.
So watch how heads
be the takeout
Boy ya better out
I ya like a cook-out.
So get the
The original Mr.
?
And you me do my thing.
I hit ya with the funk
Of the
And make girl
"Bump-bump!
Get it, get it!"
Luke Skywalker.
I front
I rapping with a passion.
Crash your front
the funk
You think I'm slam
See when you
You mad
The alter ?
this:
"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, your wrong.
Dammit, we all
get along?
see
There ain't no
allowed.
Yo, I'm out
Like the Cosby
Peace to the Child.

Punching
God-damn
Off
it up north
Lookin' like
off ?
It's a blash
And crash my stash.
Be your back kid.
Your and the phat path.
Talking bout your and tax.
with that?
Your wet like
sex.
Ripping on old school kid.
Leaving sliced as a
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!
its like
In the fight.
the hype.
I'm crowds more
Nose than Mike.
Fight alright
They
light tonight
Is
Trigger happy
hit bite
My right.
And ya know it's off
So ask it.
Snatching the
And on the rap tip.
ya boys up.
Bringing the up.
And now ya stitches
my voice cuts.

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