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.
Went
Came
Your wack.
Now your slobbing 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 your rump.
Rump!
Here to punks
real hot lead chunks.

I ain't no baby
rhymes kid.
Put the mic
My know where ya live.
I you little
Brittle
up the middle
And have the
Playing the
In the hospital.
said, "He
Couldn't rip the
Roughness."
Rhymes your teeth
But end up less.
survivor of a
Thousand
Sending funeral
To all ya chiefs.
Is a raw
To a in the woods?
Brothers tapes ain't
Their tracks is wack.
I heard you 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
Plus I can a chump.
I got the
Straight my
hide-out.
I freak it in the
And let the hits
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 ?
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
Ain't no allowed.

Just you thought
That it was
To try and me.
Run for ya
Now here somes Mr.
And I'm pissed.
So watch how many
I'll be the
Boy ya look 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 your
"Bump-bump!
Get it, get it!"
Like Skywalker.
I front
I love with a passion.
Crash your front
Into the
You think I'm dancing
See when you
You mad
The alter ?
Freak
"funky powers activate!"
on the mic
With the and muscles.
MC's
While girls
Do the hustle.
See other
Try to dis the
But yo, dead wrong.
Dammit, we all
Just get
see
There ain't no
allowed.
Yo, I'm out
Like the show
Peace to the Child.

your
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.
What's with
getting wet like
sex.
Ripping on old school kid.
Leaving sliced as a
I wet your crib.
No question.
Testing the
And the and
the ammo was released and
I'll your girl
and getcha.
you get the picture.
Boy your off
If a pit bit ya!
its like
In the fight.
the hype.
I'm giving crowds
Nose jobs Mike.
sight alright
They
Spot tonight
Is
Trigger happy
Don't hit
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 need
my voice cuts.

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