Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Front on Me

Ah, yeah, yes

Uh, on
is what I like
It's that rock and c.l. smooth stuff
Uh huh,
can't understand
You know I'm about to drop a funky on you
this...

Hit the war that vibrate the earth underneath
Here my people and I come, wake up the chief
Not a pale ghost, c.l.'ll wreck the most
Cuz the mecca never had a leo africanos
The sudanian, of the mediterranean
And if it's lovely I'm the one you're
Lower than the mole man, r&b, silly
The only male hardcore through my city
to the supernova, swami like bola
Heavy hitter I ueuker leanin' on my shoulder
Measure like a yardstick, thick at
You add it up and I roast a high flick
Hit the pitch and then I'm as the funk lingers on
I publicize here to keep the black race torn
But steady at an altitude you get the mental food
Not to be rude, here's a fresh pot
Oh, what a web we weave we practice to deceive
Sparkin' off a up the sleave
Pete the bedrock, listen and you'll see
And I'm you will agree you can't front on me

Yo, you front
like that, c'mon, yeah
Yes, you I got to talk
You front
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, play ya like a
A apostle, collosal (whoooweee!)
Afro, a cut me a fade with a braun
Sport a head, but never needed hair club for men
Drop a scud, fully-capable, a in a eclipse
Skips to backflips as it leaves my lips
Suave know, I can make the funk turn the
the old 45 and I can boogie on static
Welcome to the brahma don, to mecca don
A for the parish, soucron affwaun
Cuz ain't no misbehavin' when manage what you're cravin'
Put the anger in the nation on station
Anvils that fills the whole
And black people in a mass abundance
To gabriel's horn, blow it like a naiji
What's the flavor with the top priority?
C.l., with the clip full
Impossibly, the posse front on me

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

You desire the messiah for the empire
Total of the earth, wind, and fire
C.l. and rock unlock the hard rock
Many to mock and the honey-dips clock
for the residential
Never coincidental, rough on a
Count all the numeric
Pro-prosthetic if ya let it resurrect the
The on the cover, yes, a rapper not a singer
If you recognize him, point with index finger
another flock when I hit the block
God or on the set that's level, labeled as a rebel
In I detect those incorrect
And reflect the black project
Supreme cuz I to never blaspheme
Going to the extreme, place it on a very high
And jewels for five thousand fools who stampede
Cuz the proper show what ya need
So and get a taste of the dynamic duo
And I'm sure you agree you can't front on me (yoooo!)

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