Luyện nghe bài hát (nfa) No Frontin Allowed

Mad

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


out the weapon.
Rusted.
Your gets busted.
Run jules!
up ya damn 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 your rump.
Rump!
Here to pump
With real hot chunks.

I ain't no baby
These kid.
Put the mic
My peoples know ya live.
I you little
riddle
Right up the
And the police
Playing the
In the hospital.
said, "He
Couldn't rip the
Roughness."
Rhymes kick your
But end up less.
Soul of a
Thousand
Sending wreathes
To all ya chiefs.
Is a raw
To a in the woods?
Brothers ain't jack
Their best 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
Plus I can a chump.
I got the
from 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 for my album
So I had to do something.
Write
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 of hits
Ain't no allowed.

Just you thought
it was safe
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 the funk
Of the
And make your
"Bump-bump!
Get it, get it!"
Like Skywalker.
I can't
I love rapping a passion.
Crash your head
the funk
You I'm slam dancing
See when you
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, your wrong.
Dammit, we all
get along?
see
There ain't no
allowed.
Yo, I'm out
Like the Cosby
to the Funky Child.

Punching
eyebrows
Off
Roughing it up
Lookin' like
off ?
It's a blash
And crash my stash.
Be watching your kid.
Your and the phat path.
Talking bout your and tax.
What's with
Your wet like
sex.
Ripping on that old kid.
sliced as a slit
Says I wet crib.
No question.
the west
And the and
the ammo was released and
I'll make your
and getcha.
you get the picture.
Boy better off
If a pit bit ya!
What's its
In the fight.
the hype.
I'm crowds more
jobs than Mike.
Fight sight
They
light tonight
Is
Trigger tripe
hit bite
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 stitches
Because my cuts.

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