Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Front on Me

Ah, yeah, yes

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

Hit the war drums that 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 mecca land never had a leo
The sudanian, master of the
And if it's I'm the one you're skypagin'
Lower than the mole man, r&b, silly
The only male hardcore through my city
Rise to the supernova, swami like
Heavy hitter I consider leanin' on my shoulder
Measure a yardstick, thick at arithmetic
You add it up and I roast a pick flick
Hit the pitch and then I'm as the funk lingers on
I don't here to keep the black race torn
But steady at an where you get the mental food
Not to be rude, here's a pot brewed
Oh, what a web we when we practice to deceive
Sparkin' off a trick up the
Pete stocked the bedrock, listen and see
And I'm sure you will agree you can't on me

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

Many consumed what was in a tomb
That I gradually groomed, out now smelling like perfume
So take a whiff when I wrap a gift, ya like a gospel
A logical apostle, (whoooweee!)
Afro, a cut me like a fade a braun
Sport a head, but never needed hair club for men
Drop a scud, fully-capable, a in a eclipse
Skips to backflips soon as it my lips
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 for the parish, soucron affwaun
Cuz ain't no misbehavin' when manage what you're cravin'
Put the anger in the on your station
Anvils that the whole circumference
And black people crowd in a mass
To hear gabriel's horn, blow it a naiji
What's the flavor unit with the top
C.l., untouchable the clip full
Impossibly, the posse can't on me

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

You the messiah for the entire empire
Total organizer of the earth, wind, and
C.l. and rock unlock the hard rock
Many to mock and the honey-dips clock
for the residential
Never coincidental, on a rental
Count all the bars
Pro-prosthetic if ya let it the nongeneric
The brother on the cover, yes, a not a singer
If you recognize him, point with index finger
another flock when I hit the block
God or devil on the set that's level, as a rebel
In retrospect I detect those
And reflect the power project
Supreme cuz I chose to blaspheme
Going to the extreme, place it on a very high
And drop jewels for five thousand who stampede
Cuz the proper show what ya need
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 we're the skilled (skibooze? )
We'z are the
The hardcore
We no joke
out to note
Ah,
the funk track
it, p.