Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I represent to the
is full of insolent bullets
I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, and a Rott'
with a toxic, the plot begins to thicken
I begin to spitting vintage Pac, demented
Demonic sinister, ever since the the Doc me
The day he gave me that shot when I was just to quit
So to not see him with me would be a image
And I'm the definition of what a concrete is
'Cause no matter how times you sock me in it
And knock me to the canvas, even the boxing
Know that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, Nope
But I I offended you when I told ya how dope I am at this
And put emphasis on the "dope," so when come up
In that conversation of the dopest, better throw mine in it
And don't mind me, while I you of the flow
You won't anywhere, where it fires and I unload my pen explodes
'Til there's no rhymes in it, in no time
Let fly even sixty seconds that go by, so you know I meant it
In I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, clothes, I 'member
Begging my mom for MacGregors cause they were new
St. Vincent de Paul, Pony's were used, and no size fitted
But kissed old days, adios, I did it
They said I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that those guys
Now you fuckers don't wanna go starting no
'Cause you know I'll win it, name a flow more authentic, and don't front

front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you I got you open, kid
front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open,
Don't front, you I got you open, kid
front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you I got you open, kid
Yo why you frontin', you I got you open, kid

Rest in piece to Big Proof, you was a beast, you mirrored me
Molded my flow off of you, spirit's flowing through me
I you, Doody, without you I feel so incomplete
I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be at my feet
I'm a thorn in your side, get into a throne
watch the fucking tone that you speak, feel like I'm in the zone
I'm in a different league on my mothafuckin' own, it's just me
No opponents can compete, and never been known to retreat
beef, beep-beep, follow trends or wallow in defeat
I'm hungry as fuck, but can't even say bon appetit
'Cause I don't know what to eat, fucking microphone or the
Bitch, nobody's mind like mine
It's to the grindstone time, homes, your mind's blown
I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Showcase
With Denaun screaming "Who the fuck you the mic?"
Never you like my shit from the get
I'd rather ask you to my ass, bitch
You had you a nice run, now take a
I ever my match, I'mma strike that bitch first
'Cause on the mic I represent the real rappers
The real get their mothafuckin' skills cracking
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck
You don't like it? Suck a cock! Almost
Before I signed the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down
'Cause didn't make no offers, so mothafuck Loud
They jerked me so what's up now?
Wow, how of an asshole would I sound like
Rubbing it and holding some grudge now, but front

front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you I got you open, kid
front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open,
front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you I got you open, kid
front, you know I got you open, kid
Yo why you frontin', you I got you open, kid

Late at night, used to a buzz, couldn't write
Now I the type of shit to make you wipe
But wear cause you might leave a streak
I'm on a streak windshield wipers couldn't
It's hard to decipher what I might jump into tonight
'Cause I'm or something, needing someone or something is lighting
This fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's like I already died
I guess some people only live twice, and it's
My days of being broke was so long ago, I lost my of money
But you dimes won't get a nickle from me
Oh shit, I'm down on one
I'm having a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm to you, honey
From boy to man, it's still make a whore like a thyroid gland
I'm in another category, man, don't put me up with them pop
I never needed a pat on the to get at a boy, band
No offense? Yes offense, precedents has been set never get met
Middle finger pressed Moby's nose
Shouts to Obie, the curtains on my show
(But never forget I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it)
You can't it, oh
Got a whole generation of rappers coming up that are nutty with the
But convince me you've
An MC since me who's this good with the fucking mincing of
mincing words that'll make you feel like I'm pinching a nerve
Whose mentally disturbed, you might as well stick a knife in me and
It'll be my skin being Indian burned
Hah, there isn't one, when will you learn?
Never served if memory serves
I'd that 'til my own recollection remembers these words

You know I got you open kid, stop
You I got you open, Word Life