Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Front on Me

Ah, yeah, yes

Uh, on
This is I like
It's that pete rock and c.l. smooth
Uh huh,
Brothers understand
You know I'm about to drop a beat on you
this...

Hit the war drums that vibrate the underneath
Here my and I come, gotta wake up the chief
Not a pale frail ghost, c.l.'ll the most
Cuz the mecca land had a leo africanos
The sudanian, of the mediterranean
And if it's lovely I'm the one skypagin'
Lower the mole man, r&b, you're silly
The only hardcore crusin' through my city
Rise to the supernova, like bola
Heavy I consider ueuker leanin' on my shoulder
Measure like a yardstick, at arithmetic
You add it up and I a high pick flick
Hit the pitch and I'm gone as the funk lingers on
I publicize here to keep the black race torn
But at an altitude where you get the mental food
Not to be rude, a fresh pot brewed
Oh, what a web we weave when we to deceive
off a trick up the sleave
Pete stocked the bedrock, and you'll see
And I'm sure you will you can't front on me

Yo, you can't
like 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 consumed 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 a gospel
A logical apostle, (whoooweee!)
Afro, a cut me a fade with a braun
Sport a bald head, but never needed hair for men
Drop a scud, fully-capable, a in a eclipse
Skips to backflips soon as it leaves my
know, I can make the funk turn the habit
Kick the old 45 and I can on static
Welcome to the brahma don, pilgrimage to don
A prayer for the parish, affwaun
Cuz ain't no misbehavin' when they manage you're cravin'
Put the in the nation on your station
Anvils that fills the whole
And black people in a mass abundance
To hear gabriel's horn, it like a naiji
the flavor unit with the top priority?
C.l., untouchable the clip full
Impossibly, the posse front on me

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

You the messiah for the entire empire
Total of the earth, wind, and fire
C.l. and rock unlock the hard rock
want to mock and the honey-dips clock
Intercontinental for the
coincidental, rough on a rental
Count all the bars
Pro-prosthetic if ya let it resurrect the
The brother on the cover, yes, a not a singer
If you him, point with your index finger
Shock another 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 project
Supreme cuz I chose to blaspheme
to the extreme, place it on a very high beam
And drop for five thousand fools who stampede
Cuz the proper show stopper's what ya
So come and get a of the dynamic duo
And I'm sure you will you can't front on me (yoooo!)

You front, boy
Cuz the skilled fools (skibooze? )
We'z are the
The funk
We ain't no
out to note
Ah,
With the funk
it, p.