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.
Went
back
Your wack.
Now slobbing Marly's mob
For a track.
off like a bra
And its the witness.
No
A fru ?
Don't care no money
Got in it.
scripts
With letter in
The alphabet.
jump.
Jump!
And jingle rump.
Rump!
to pump punks
With hot lead chunks.

I no baby 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.
Soul of a
Thousand
Sending funeral
To all ya chiefs.
Is a raw
To a bearlin' in the
Brothers ain't jack
Their best 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
Plus I can a chump.
I got the
from my
hide-out.
I freak it in the
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 stop the
the mic
So I say "To chay"
And "On Gaurd"
When I'm for your brow.
Cause in the 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 how many heads
I'll be the
Boy ya better out
I work ya 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!"
Luke Skywalker.
I can't
I love with a passion.
Crash your front
the funk
You think I'm dancing
See you front
You mad
The alter ?
this:
"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, dead wrong.
Dammit, we all
Just get
see
There simply no
allowed.
Yo, I'm out
Like the show
Peace to the Child.

Punching
God-damn
Off
it up north
Lookin' your
off ?
It's a smash
And from 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.
Leaving sliced as a
Says I wet crib.
No question.
Testing the
And the and
Once the ammo was and
make your girl
and getcha.
you get the picture.
Boy better off
If a pit bit ya!
What's its
In the fight.
the hype.
I'm giving crowds
jobs than Mike.
Fight sight
They
Spot tonight
Is
Trigger happy
Don't hit
My right.
And ya it's coming off
So ask it.
Snatching the
And on the rap tip.
Macking ya up.
Bringing the up.
And now ya stitches
Because my cuts.

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