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!
up ya damn fools.
Leavin' loser
Lazy
In pools.
Went
Came
Your wack.
Now slobbing Marly's 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 your rump.
Rump!
Here to punks
real hot lead chunks.

I ain't no baby
rhymes kid.
Put the mic
My peoples know ya live.
I chop you
riddle
Right up the
And have the
the fiddle
In the hospital.
said, "He
Couldn't rip the
Roughness."
Rhymes your teeth
But end up less.
survivor of a
Thousand
Sending funeral
To all ya chiefs.
Is a raw
To a in the woods?
Brothers ain't jack
best 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
from my
hide-out.
I it in the house
And let the just
Ooz out.
on the scene
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 stop the
the mic
So I say "To chay"
And "On Gaurd"
When I'm swinging for brow.
Cause in the of hits
no fronting allowed.

Just you thought
it was safe
To try and me.
Run for ya
Now here Mr. Funky
And I'm pissed.
So watch how many
be the takeout
Boy ya better out
I ya like a cook-out.
So get the
The original Mr.
?
And you me do my thing.
I hit ya with the funk
Of the
And make girl
"Bump-bump!
Get it, get it!"
Like Skywalker.
I can't
I love with a passion.
your head front
Into the
You think I'm dancing
See you front
You mad
The alter ?
this:
"funky powers 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
Just get
see
There simply no
allowed.
Yo, I'm out
Like the show
to the Funky Child.

Punching
eyebrows
Off
Roughing it up
Lookin' like
off ?
It's a smash
And crash my stash.
Be watching back kid.
girl and the phat path.
Talking bout macks and tax.
What's with
getting wet like
sex.
Ripping on old school kid.
sliced as a slit
Says I wet crib.
No question.
the west
And the and
the ammo was released and
I'll make girl
and getcha.
you get the picture.
Boy your off
If a pit bit ya!
What's its
In the fight.
the hype.
I'm crowds more
Nose than Mike.
Fight sight
bite
Spot tonight
Is
Trigger tripe
hit bite
My right.
And ya know coming off
So ask it.
the vocal
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 play it
Is my law.