Luyện nghe bài hát (nfa) No Frontin Allowed

Mad

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


out the weapon.
Rusted.
Your ho's busted.
Run jules!
up ya damn fools.
Leavin' loser
Lazy
In pools.
away
Came
Your wack.
Now your slobbing mob
For a track.
off like a bra
And its the witness.
No
A fru ?
Don't care about no
Got in it.
scripts
With every in
The alphabet.
jump.
Jump!
And jingle rump.
Rump!
Here to punks
With real hot chunks.

I no baby with
These kid.
Put the mic
My peoples know ya live.
I chop you
Brittle
Right up the
And the police
Playing the
In the hospital.
said, "He
Couldn't rip the
Roughness."
kick your teeth
But end up less.
survivor 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 heard you you
Got a to win
But my is stopped 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
Plus I can a chump.
I got the
Straight my
hide-out.
I it in the house
And let the just
Ooz out.
Bust on the
To let ya I
Wasn't
Got ya screaming for my
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 house of
Ain't no allowed.

when you thought
That it was
To try and me.
Run for ya
Now here Mr. Funky
And I'm pissed.
So how many 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 make girl
"Bump-bump!
Get it, get it!"
Luke Skywalker.
I front
I love with a passion.
Crash your head
the funk
You think I'm dancing
See when you
You mad
The alter ?
Freak
"funky twin activate!"
on the mic
With the and muscles.
Crushing
their girls
Do the hustle.
See other
Try to dis the
But yo, your wrong.
Dammit, we all
get along?
see
There simply no
allowed.
Yo, I'm out
Like the show
to the Funky Child.

your
God-damn
Off
Roughing it up
Lookin' like
off ?
It's a blash
And from my stash.
Be watching back kid.
Your and the phat path.
Talking bout your and tax.
What's that?
Your wet like
sex.
Ripping on that old kid.
sliced as a slit
Says I wet crib.
No question.
the west
And the and
Once the was released 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 jobs Mike.
Fight alright
They
Spot light
Is
Trigger tripe
Don't hit
My right.
And ya know 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 play it
Is my law.