Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Front on Me

Ah, yeah, yes

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

Hit the war that vibrate the earth underneath
Here my people and I come, gotta up the chief
Not a pale frail ghost, c.l.'ll wreck the
Cuz the mecca land had a leo africanos
The sudanian, master of the
And if lovely I'm the one you're skypagin'
Lower than the mole man, r&b, you're
The only male hardcore crusin' through my
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 high pick
Hit the pitch and then I'm gone as the 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 fresh pot
Oh, a web we weave when we practice to deceive
Sparkin' off a up the sleave
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 I got to talk
You can't
I'm you now
C.l. and the rock, c'mon

Many consumed what was locked in a
That I gradually groomed, coming out now smelling perfume
So take a whiff I wrap a gift, play ya like a gospel
A logical apostle, (whoooweee!)
Afro, a cut me like a fade with a
Sport a bald head, but never needed club for men
a scud, fully-capable, a form in a eclipse
Skips to soon as it leaves my lips
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 no misbehavin' when they manage what you're cravin'
Put the anger in the nation on your
Anvils fills the whole circumference
And people crowd in a mass abundance
To hear gabriel's horn, blow it like a
What's the unit with the top priority?
C.l., with the clip full
Impossibly, the posse can't 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 another for me

You desire the for the entire empire
organizer of the earth, wind, and fire
C.l. and pete rock the hard rock
Many want to and the honey-dips clock
Intercontinental for the
Never coincidental, on a rental
Count all the numeric
if ya let it resurrect the nongeneric
The brother on the cover, yes, a not a singer
If you recognize him, point with your index
Shock another flock 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 power
Supreme cuz I to never blaspheme
to the extreme, place it on a very high beam
And drop jewels for five thousand who stampede
Cuz the proper show stopper's ya need
So come and get a taste of the duo
And I'm sure you agree you can't front on me (yoooo!)

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