Luyện nghe bài hát (nfa) No Frontin Allowed

Mad

Brother way back.
We're blowing
the days of
8-track.


out the weapon.
Rusted.
Your ho's busted.
Run jules!
up ya damn fools.
Leavin' your
lyricist
In pools.
Went
Came
still wack.
Now your slobbing mob
For a track.
off like 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
real hot lead chunks.

I ain't no baby
rhymes kid.
Put the mic
My know where ya live.
I chop you
Brittle
Right up the
And the police
the fiddle
In the hospital.
said, "He
Couldn't rip the
Roughness."
kick your teeth
But end up less.
survivor of a
Thousand
Sending funeral
To all ya chiefs.
Is a raw
To a bearlin' in the
Brothers ain't jack
best tracks is wack.
I you think 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 hits
Ooz out.
on the scene
To let ya I
fronting
Got ya screaming for my
So I had to do something.
tonight
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.
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 look out
I ya like a cook-out.
So get the
The original Mr.
?
And you me do my thing.
Because I hit ya with the
Of the
And make girl
"Bump-bump!
Get it, get it!"
Like Skywalker.
I can't
I love rapping a passion.
Crash your head
Into the
You think I'm slam
See you front
You mad
The weight ?
this:
"funky powers 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 Cosby
Peace to the Child.

Punching
God-damn
Off
Roughing it up
Lookin' like
off ?
It's a blash
And from my stash.
Be watching back kid.
Your girl and the path.
Talking bout macks and tax.
What's with
Your getting wet
sex.
Ripping on that old kid.
Leaving as a slit
I wet your crib.
No question.
Testing the
And the and
Once the was released and
make your 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
Nose jobs Mike.
sight alright
They
Spot light
Is
Trigger tripe
Don't hit
My right.
And ya know it's off
So ask it.
the vocal
And on the rap tip.
Macking ya up.
the noise up.
And now ya need
my voice cuts.

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