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' your
lyricist
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 about no
Got in it.
scripts
With every in
The alphabet.
jump.
Jump!
And jingle rump.
Rump!
to pump punks
With real hot chunks.

I no baby with
These kid.
Put the mic
My peoples where 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 kick your
But end up less.
Soul of a
Thousand
Sending wreathes
To all ya chiefs.
Is a raw
To a in the woods?
Brothers tapes ain't
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
Wasn't
Got ya for my album
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 the tracks
the mic
So I say "To chay"
And "On Gaurd"
When I'm for your brow.
Cause in the house of
no fronting allowed.

Just when you
it was safe
To try and me.
Run for ya
Now here Mr. Funky
And I'm pissed.
So how many heads
I'll be the
Boy ya look out
I work ya a cook-out.
So get the
The original Mr.
?
And you me do my thing.
Because I hit ya the funk
Of the
And your girl
"Bump-bump!
Get it, get it!"
Luke Skywalker.
I front
I rapping with a passion.
Crash your head
the funk
You think I'm slam
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 rappers
Try to dis the
But yo, your 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 smash
And crash my stash.
Be watching your kid.
Your and the phat path.
Talking your macks and tax.
What's with
Your getting wet
sex.
Ripping on that old kid.
Leaving sliced as a
Says I wet crib.
No question.
Testing the
And the and
the ammo was released and
I'll your girl
and getcha.
you get the picture.
Boy your off
If a pit bit ya!
its like
In the fight.
the hype.
I'm giving more
Nose than Mike.
Fight alright
They
light tonight
Is
Trigger tripe
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
Because my cuts.

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