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 I'm about to drop a funky beat on you
this...

Hit the war that vibrate the earth underneath
my people and I come, gotta wake up the chief
Not a pale ghost, c.l.'ll wreck the most
Cuz the mecca never had a leo africanos
The sudanian, master of the
And if it's lovely I'm the one you're
Lower than the mole man, r&b, you're
The only male hardcore crusin' through my
Rise to the supernova, like bola
Heavy I consider ueuker leanin' on my shoulder
like a yardstick, thick at arithmetic
You add it up and I roast a high 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 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, and you'll see
And I'm sure you will agree you can't on me

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

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

You the messiah for the entire empire
organizer of the earth, wind, and fire
C.l. and pete rock unlock the hard
Many to mock and the honey-dips clock
Intercontinental for the
coincidental, rough on a rental
Count all the numeric
Pro-prosthetic if ya let it resurrect the
The brother on the cover, yes, a rapper not a
If you recognize him, point with your 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 the black power project
Supreme cuz I to never blaspheme
Going to the extreme, place it on a very beam
And jewels 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 you will 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
Comin' out to
Ah,
With the funk
it, p.