Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I represent to the
is full of insolent bullets
I'm a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the begins to thicken
I begin to like vintage Pac, demented
Demonic sinister, since the the Doc replenished me
The day he me that shot when I was just 'bout to quit
So to not see him with me be a shocking image
And I'm the definition of what a chin is
no matter how many times you sock me in it
And me to the canvas, even the boxing critics
Know that if I get off to a rocky start, always have a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, cocky?
But I hope I offended you I told ya how dope I am at this
And put emphasis on the "dope," so names come up
In that conversation of the dopest, better throw mine in it
And don't me, while I remind you of the flow
You won't find anywhere, where it and I unload my pen explodes
'Til there's no rhymes in it, in no time
Let insults fly even sixty seconds go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy,
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, clothes, I 'member
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 that those mimic
Now you fuckers don't go starting no argument
you know I'll win it, name a flow that's 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
Don't front, you 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 you, Doody, without you I feel so incomplete
I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be thrown at my
I'm a thorn in your side, get thrown into a
Better watch the fucking tone 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 I've been known to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, follow or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't say bon appetit
'Cause I don't know what to eat, fucking microphone or the
Bitch, mind works like mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, homes, your mind's
'Cause I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Showcase
With screaming "Who the fuck passed you the mic?"
Never you like my shit from the get
I'd rather ask you to wipe my ass,
You had you a nice run, now a hike
I ever my match, I'mma strike that bitch first
'Cause on the mic I gotta the real rappers
The real rappers get their mothafuckin' cracking
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the not?
You don't like it? a cock! Almost forgot
Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed Duck Down
'Cause Rawkus didn't no offers, so mothafuck Loud
They jerked me around so what's up
Wow, how much of an asshole would I 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
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
Don't front, you 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 wipers couldn't wipe
hard to decipher what cypher I might jump into tonight
'Cause I'm hyper or something, someone or something is lighting
This fire under me, it's 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 of money
But you dimes won't get a fucking nickle me
Oh shit, I'm on one knee
I'm having a of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you, honey
From boy to man, it's still make a whore moan like a gland
I'm in another category, man, put me up with them pop stars
I needed a pat on the back 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 closed on my
(But never forget I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it)
You can't it, oh
Got a generation of rappers coming up that are nutty with the flow
But me you've heard
An MC since me who's good with the fucking mincing of words
mincing words that'll make you feel like I'm pinching a nerve
Whose mentally disturbed, you might as well a knife in me and turn
It'll be like my skin being burned
Hah, bitch there isn't one, when you learn?
Never been served if memory
I'd battle 'til my own recollection remembers these words

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