Luyện nghe bài hát (nfa) No Frontin Allowed

Mad

Brother way back.
blowing mics
Since the of
8-track.


out the weapon.
Rusted.
Your ho's busted.
Run jules!
Shooting up ya fools.
Leavin' your
Lazy
In pools.
away
Came
Your 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.
Flipping
With letter in
The alphabet.
jump.
Jump!
And jingle rump.
Rump!
Here to pump
With hot lead chunks.

I ain't no baby
These kid.
Put the mic
My peoples know ya live.
I chop you
riddle
Right up the
And have the
Playing the
In the hospital.
said, "He
Couldn't rip the
Roughness."
kick your teeth
But end up less.
survivor of a
Thousand
funeral wreathes
To all ya chiefs.
Is a raw
To a in the woods?
Brothers ain't jack
Their tracks is wack.
I heard you you
Got a to win
But my is stopped 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
I can bump a chump.
I got the
Straight my
hide-out.
I it in the house
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.
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 house of
Ain't no allowed.

when you thought
That it was
To try and me.
Run for ya
Now here somes Mr.
And I'm pissed.
So watch how heads
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.
Because I hit ya with the
Of the
And make your
"Bump-bump!
Get it, get it!"
Luke Skywalker.
I can't
I love with a passion.
Crash head front
the funk
You think I'm dancing
See you front
You mad
The alter ?
this:
"funky twin activate!"
on the mic
With the and muscles.
Crushing
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 show
Peace to the Child.

your
God-damn
Off
it up north
Lookin' your
off ?
It's a smash
And crash my stash.
Be your back kid.
Your girl and the path.
bout your 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
Once the 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
jobs than Mike.
Fight sight
bite
Spot light
Is
Trigger tripe
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.