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!
up ya damn fools.
Leavin' your
lyricist
In pools.
away
Came
still wack.
Now your slobbing 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 jingle rump.
Rump!
Here to pump
With real hot chunks.

I ain't no baby
rhymes kid.
Put the mic
My peoples where ya live.
I chop you
Brittle
Right up the
And have the
Playing the
In the hospital.
said, "He
Couldn't rip the
Roughness."
Rhymes kick your
But end up less.
survivor of a
Thousand
Sending 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.
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 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.
Write
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.
in the house of hits
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 watch how heads
I'll be the
Boy ya look out
I ya like 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 can't
I rapping with a passion.
Crash head front
Into the
You think I'm dancing
See when you
You mad
The weight ?
this:
"funky twin activate!"
on the mic
With the and muscles.
Crushing
While their
Do the hustle.
See other
Try to dis the
But yo, dead wrong.
Dammit, we all
Just get
see
There ain't no
allowed.
Yo, I'm out
Like the Cosby
Peace to the Child.

your
God-damn
Off
Roughing it up
Lookin' your
off ?
It's a smash
And crash my stash.
Be watching back kid.
Your girl and the path.
Talking your macks and tax.
with that?
Your getting wet
sex.
Ripping on old school kid.
sliced as a slit
I wet your crib.
No question.
Testing the
And the and
Once the was released and
I'll make 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 jobs 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
my voice cuts.

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