Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Front on Me

Ah, yeah, yes

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

Hit the war drums vibrate the earth underneath
Here my people and I come, gotta wake up the
Not a pale frail ghost, c.l.'ll the most
Cuz the mecca never had a leo africanos
The sudanian, of the mediterranean
And if it's I'm the one you're skypagin'
Lower than the mole man, r&b, you're
The only male crusin' through my city
Rise to the supernova, swami like
Heavy I consider ueuker leanin' on my shoulder
like a yardstick, thick at arithmetic
You add it up and I a high pick flick
Hit the pitch and then I'm gone as the funk on
I don't publicize here to keep the black torn
But steady at an altitude where you get the mental
Not to be rude, a fresh pot brewed
Oh, what a web we weave we practice to deceive
off a trick 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
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

consumed what was locked in a tomb
That I gradually groomed, out now smelling like perfume
So take a whiff when I wrap a gift, play ya a gospel
A apostle, collosal (whoooweee!)
Afro, a cut me like a with a braun
Sport a bald head, but never hair club for men
a scud, fully-capable, a form 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 boogie on
Welcome to the brahma don, to mecca don
A prayer for the parish, affwaun
Cuz ain't no misbehavin' when they manage what cravin'
Put the in the nation on your station
Anvils that the whole circumference
And people crowd in a mass abundance
To hear gabriel's horn, it like a naiji
What's the flavor unit with the top
C.l., with the clip full
Impossibly, the posse can't on me

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

You desire the messiah for the entire
Total of the earth, wind, and fire
C.l. and pete unlock the hard rock
Many want to mock and the clock
Intercontinental for the
Never coincidental, on a rental
Count all the numeric
Pro-prosthetic if ya let it the nongeneric
The on the cover, yes, a rapper not a singer
If you him, point with your index finger
Shock another 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, it on a very high beam
And drop jewels for five thousand who stampede
Cuz the proper stopper's what ya need
So come and get a taste of the duo
And I'm sure you will agree you front on me (yoooo!)

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