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' loser
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 ?
care about no money
Got in it.
Flipping
With every in
The alphabet.
jump.
Jump!
And jingle rump.
Rump!
to pump punks
With hot lead chunks.

I ain't no with
These kid.
Put the mic
My peoples know 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.
survivor of a
Thousand
funeral wreathes
To all ya chiefs.
Is a raw
To a bearlin' in the
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
from my
hide-out.
I it in the house
And let the hits
Ooz out.
on the scene
To let ya I
fronting
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 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
I'll be the
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 your
"Bump-bump!
Get it, get it!"
Like Skywalker.
I front
I love with a passion.
Crash your head
the funk
You think I'm dancing
See you front
You mad
The weight ?
Freak
"funky twin activate!"
on the mic
With the and muscles.
MC's
While girls
Do the hustle.
See rappers
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
Peace to the Child.

your
God-damn
Off
Roughing it up
Lookin' your
off ?
It's a smash
And crash my stash.
Be watching your kid.
girl and the phat path.
Talking your macks and tax.
What's with
getting wet like
sex.
Ripping on old school kid.
Leaving sliced as a
Says I wet crib.
No question.
the west
And the and
the ammo was released and
I'll your girl
and getcha.
you get the picture.
Boy better off
If a pit bit ya!
its like
In the fight.
the hype.
I'm crowds more
Nose than Mike.
sight alright
They
light tonight
Is
Trigger happy
Don't hit
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 stitches
my voice cuts.

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