Luyện nghe bài hát (nfa) No Frontin Allowed

Mad

Brother way back.
blowing mics
Since the of
8-track.


out the weapon.
Rusted.
Your gets busted.
Run jules!
Shooting up ya fools.
Leavin' your
Lazy
In pools.
away
Came
still wack.
Now slobbing 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.
scripts
With letter in
The alphabet.
jump.
Jump!
And your rump.
Rump!
to pump punks
With hot lead chunks.

I ain't no baby
These kid.
Put the mic
My peoples where ya live.
I you little
riddle
Right up the
And the police
the fiddle
In the hospital.
said, "He
Couldn't rip the
Roughness."
Rhymes kick your
But end up less.
Soul of a
Thousand
funeral wreathes
To all ya chiefs.
Is a raw
To a in the woods?
tapes ain't jack
Their tracks is wack.
I you think you
Got a to win
But my glock is off
To the top ten.
and rugged 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 freak it in the
And let the just
Ooz out.
on the scene
To let ya I
fronting
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 the tracks
the mic
So I say "To chay"
And "On Gaurd"
When I'm for your 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 many
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 your girl
"Bump-bump!
Get it, get it!"
Like Skywalker.
I front
I love rapping a passion.
Crash your front
Into the
You think I'm dancing
See you front
You mad
The alter ?
Freak
"funky powers 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
Peace to the Child.

Punching
eyebrows
Off
Roughing it up
like your
off ?
It's a smash
And from my stash.
Be watching back kid.
Your and the phat path.
Talking your macks and tax.
What's that?
getting wet like
sex.
Ripping on old school kid.
Leaving as a slit
I wet your crib.
No question.
Testing the
And the and
Once the ammo was 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 giving more
jobs than Mike.
Fight sight
bite
Spot tonight
Is
Trigger happy
Don't hit
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
my voice cuts.

Gain
And raw.
And let a brother play it
Is my law.