Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Front on Me

Ah, yeah, yes

Uh, on
This is what I
It's pete rock and c.l. smooth stuff
Uh huh,
Brothers can't
You know I'm about to drop a beat on you
this...

Hit the war that vibrate the earth underneath
Here my people and I come, wake up the chief
Not a pale frail ghost, c.l.'ll wreck the
Cuz the land never had a leo africanos
The sudanian, of the mediterranean
And if lovely I'm the one you're skypagin'
than the mole man, r&b, you're silly
The only hardcore crusin' through my city
Rise to the supernova, swami bola
hitter I consider ueuker leanin' on my shoulder
Measure like a yardstick, at arithmetic
You add it up and I roast a high flick
Hit the pitch and I'm gone as the funk lingers on
I don't publicize here to keep the black race
But steady at an altitude where you get the mental
Not to be rude, a fresh pot brewed
Oh, what a web we when we practice to deceive
off a trick up the sleave
Pete stocked the bedrock, listen and see
And I'm sure you will agree you front on me

Yo, you can't
It's that, c'mon, yeah
Yes, you I got to talk
You can't
I'm you now
C.l. and the rock, c'mon

Many what was locked in a tomb
That I gradually groomed, coming out now smelling like
So take a whiff when I wrap a gift, ya like a gospel
A apostle, collosal (whoooweee!)
Afro, a cut me like a fade with a
Sport a bald head, but never hair club for men
a scud, fully-capable, a form in a eclipse
Skips to soon as it leaves my lips
Suave know, I can the funk turn the habit
Kick the old 45 and I can boogie on
Welcome to the don, pilgrimage to mecca don
A prayer for the parish, soucron
Cuz ain't no misbehavin' when they manage you're cravin'
Put the anger in the on your station
Anvils that fills the circumference
And black people crowd in a mass
To hear gabriel's horn, it like a naiji
What's the flavor unit with the top
C.l., untouchable with the clip
Impossibly, the posse can't on me

you dare front
Don't you dare
Not on me
Cuz I'm the man
C.l.'s the
Right on
on, my brother
Come on, kick another for me

You desire the for the entire empire
Total of the earth, wind, and fire
C.l. and pete unlock the hard rock
Many to mock and the honey-dips clock
for the residential
Never coincidental, rough on a
all the bars numeric
Pro-prosthetic if ya let it the nongeneric
The brother on the cover, yes, a not a singer
If you recognize him, point your index finger
Shock flock when I hit the block
God or devil on the set level, labeled as a rebel
In retrospect I detect those
And reflect the black power
Supreme cuz I to never blaspheme
Going to the extreme, it on a very high beam
And drop jewels for thousand fools who stampede
Cuz the proper show stopper's ya need
So come and get a taste of the duo
And I'm sure you agree you can't front on me (yoooo!)

You front, boy
Cuz the skilled fools (skibooze? )
We'z are the
The funk
We no joke
out to note
Ah,
the funk track
it, p.