Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I represent to the
Pencil is of insolent bullets
I'm like a Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the plot to thicken
I to spitting like vintage Pac, demented
sinister, ever since the the Doc replenished me
The day he gave me shot when I was just 'bout to quit
So to not see him with me would be a shocking
And I'm the of what a concrete chin is
'Cause no matter how many times you me in it
And knock me to the canvas, even the critics
Know that if I get off to a start, I'll always have a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, Nope
But I hope I 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 who's the dopest, better throw in it
And don't mind me, while I remind you of the
You won't find anywhere, where it fires and I unload my pen
'Til there's no in it, reload in no time
Let insults fly even seconds that go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy,
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I
Begging my mom for K-Mart cause they were new
St. Vincent de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no fitted
But them old days, adios, I did it
They said I was a gimmick, now I'm the one those guys mimic
Now you don't wanna go starting no argument
'Cause you know I'll win it, name a flow more authentic, and don't front

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
front, you know I got you open, word
Don't front, you 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

Rest in to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me
Molded my flow off of you, your spirit's flowing me
I love you, Doody, without you I feel so
I'm no king, no need for petals to be thrown at my feet
I'm a thorn in your side, get into a throne
Better watch the fucking tone you speak, feel like I'm in the zone
I'm in a whole league on my mothafuckin' own, it's just me
No opponents can compete, and I've never been known to
From beef, beep-beep, follow or wallow in defeat
I'm still as fuck, but can't even say bon appetit
'Cause I don't know to eat, fucking microphone or the beat
Bitch, nobody's mind works like
It's nose to the grindstone time, homes, your blown
'Cause I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony
Denaun screaming "Who the fuck passed you the mic?"
Never asked you like my shit the get
I'd rather ask you to wipe my ass,
You had you a nice run, now a hike
I meet my match, I'mma strike that bitch first
'Cause on the mic I gotta the real rappers
The real rappers get their skills cracking
to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck not?
You don't it? Suck a cock! Almost forgot
Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Down
Rawkus didn't make no offers, so mothafuck Loud
They jerked me around so what's up
Wow, how much of an would I sound like
it and holding some grudge now, but don't front

Don't front, you I got you open, kid
Don't front, you I got you open, kid
Don't front, you I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open,
Don't front, you 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 write the type of shit to make you
But wear diapers cause you leave a streak
I'm on a streak wipers couldn't wipe
It's hard to decipher what cypher I jump into tonight
'Cause I'm hyper or something, needing or something is lighting
This fire under me, breathing new life, it's like I already died once
I guess some people only twice, and it's funny
My days of being broke was so long ago, I lost my concept of
But you dimes won't get a nickle from me
Oh shit, I'm on one knee
I'm having a stroke of genius, I'm coming to you, honey
From boy to man, it's make a whore moan like a thyroid gland
I'm in another category, man, don't put me up with them pop
I never a pat on the back to get at a boy, band
No offense? Yes offense, has been set that'll never get met
Middle finger pressed against Moby's
Shouts to Obie, the curtains closed on my
(But forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it)
You take it, oh
Got a whole of rappers coming up that are nutty with the flow
But me you've heard
An MC since me who's this good the fucking mincing of words
Without 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 like my skin being Indian
Hah, bitch isn't one, when will you learn?
Never served if memory serves
I'd battle that 'til my own recollection these words

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