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 gets busted.
Run jules!
Shooting up ya fools.
your loser
Lazy
In pools.
away
Came
still wack.
Now your Marly's mob
For a track.
Coming off 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!
to pump punks
With real hot chunks.

I no baby with
rhymes kid.
Put the mic
My know where ya live.
I chop you
riddle
Right up the
And the police
the fiddle
In the hospital.
said, "He
Couldn't rip the
Roughness."
Rhymes your teeth
But end up less.
Soul of a
beats
Sending wreathes
To all ya chiefs.
Is a raw
To a in the woods?
tapes ain't jack
Their tracks is wack.
I heard you 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
I can bump a chump.
I got the
Straight 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.
tonight
To a bit
Not a bite.
And the ?
you with
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.
in the house of hits
Ain't no allowed.

Just you thought
it was safe
To try and me.
Run for ya
Now somes Mr. Funky
And I'm pissed.
So watch how heads
be the takeout
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 your girl
"Bump-bump!
Get it, get it!"
Luke Skywalker.
I front
I rapping with a passion.
Crash head front
the funk
You think I'm slam
See you front
You mad
The weight ?
Freak
"funky powers activate!"
on the mic
With the and muscles.
MC's
While their
Do the hustle.
See other
Try to dis the
But yo, dead wrong.
Dammit, we all
get along?
see
There ain't no
allowed.
Yo, I'm out
Like the show
to the Funky Child.

Punching
eyebrows
Off
Roughing it up
like your
off ?
It's a blash
And crash my stash.
Be your back kid.
Your and the phat path.
bout your macks and tax.
What's that?
Your getting wet
sex.
Ripping on that old kid.
Leaving sliced as a
Says I wet crib.
No question.
the west
And the and
Once the ammo was 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.
sight alright
They
Spot tonight
Is
Trigger happy
hit bite
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
my voice cuts.

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