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!
up ya damn fools.
Leavin' your
Lazy
In pools.
away
Came
Your wack.
Now your 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.
scripts
With letter in
The alphabet.
jump.
Jump!
And jingle rump.
Rump!
to pump punks
With real hot chunks.

I ain't no baby
These kid.
Put the mic
My know where ya live.
I chop you
Brittle
Right up the
And have the
the fiddle
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 bearlin' in the
Brothers tapes jack
Their tracks 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
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 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.
in the house of hits
Ain't no allowed.

Just you thought
That it was
To try and me.
Run for ya
Now here Mr. Funky
And I'm pissed.
So how many heads
be the takeout
Boy ya better out
I work ya a cook-out.
So get the
The original Mr.
?
And you me do my thing.
Because I hit ya with the
Of the
And your girl
"Bump-bump!
Get it, get it!"
Luke Skywalker.
I front
I rapping with a passion.
your head front
Into the
You think I'm dancing
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 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' your
off ?
It's a smash
And from my stash.
Be watching back kid.
Your and the phat path.
Talking bout macks and tax.
with that?
Your wet like
sex.
Ripping on old school kid.
Leaving sliced as a
Says I wet crib.
No question.
Testing the
And the and
Once the was released 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 crowds more
Nose than Mike.
sight alright
They
Spot light
Is
happy tripe
Don't hit
My right.
And ya it's coming off
So ask it.
Snatching the
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.