Luyện nghe bài hát (nfa) No Frontin Allowed

Mad

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


out the weapon.
Rusted.
Your gets busted.
Run jules!
Shooting up ya fools.
Leavin' your
lyricist
In pools.
away
Came
Your wack.
Now your slobbing mob
For a track.
Coming off a bra
And its the witness.
No
A fru ?
Don't about no money
Got in it.
scripts
With every 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 peoples where ya live.
I you little
riddle
Right up the
And have the
the fiddle
In the hospital.
said, "He
Couldn't rip the
Roughness."
Rhymes kick teeth
But end up less.
Soul of a
beats
Sending funeral
To all ya chiefs.
Is a raw
To a in the woods?
tapes ain't jack
Their best 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 just
Ooz out.
on the scene
To let ya I
Wasn't
Got ya for my album
So I had to do something.
tonight
To a bit
Not a bite.
And the ?
Freak you
All my might.
"Here I am to
the day!"
I stop the
the mic
So I say "To chay"
And "On Gaurd"
When I'm swinging for brow.
Cause in the of hits
Ain't no allowed.

Just when you
it was safe
To try and me.
Run for ya
Now somes Mr. Funky
And I'm pissed.
So watch how many
I'll be the
Boy ya better out
I work ya a cook-out.
So get the
The Mr. Funky
?
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 can't
I love rapping a passion.
Crash your front
the funk
You I'm slam dancing
See when you
You mad
The weight ?
this:
"funky twin 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
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' like
off ?
It's a blash
And from my stash.
Be watching your kid.
Your and the phat path.
Talking bout macks and tax.
with that?
Your getting wet
sex.
Ripping on that old kid.
sliced as a slit
Says I wet crib.
No question.
Testing the
And the and
Once the was released and
I'll make your
and getcha.
you get the picture.
Boy your off
If a pit bit ya!
What's its
In the fight.
the hype.
I'm giving more
Nose than Mike.
Fight sight
They
Spot light
Is
Trigger happy
Don't hit
My right.
And ya know coming 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 let a brother play it
Is my law.