Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Front on Me

Ah, yeah, yes

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

Hit the war drums that vibrate the earth
Here my people and I come, wake up the chief
Not a pale frail ghost, c.l.'ll wreck the
Cuz the mecca never had a leo africanos
The sudanian, of the mediterranean
And if it's lovely I'm the one you're
Lower than the man, r&b, you're silly
The only male hardcore crusin' through my
Rise to the supernova, swami bola
Heavy I consider ueuker leanin' on my shoulder
Measure like a yardstick, thick at
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 publicize here to keep the race torn
But steady at an altitude where you get the food
Not to be rude, here's a fresh pot
Oh, what a web we when we practice to deceive
off a trick up the sleave
Pete stocked the bedrock, listen and see
And I'm you will agree you can't front on me

Yo, you can't
like that, c'mon, yeah
Yes, you know I got to
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, coming out now smelling perfume
So take a whiff when I wrap a gift, play ya 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
a scud, fully-capable, a form in a eclipse
Skips to backflips soon as it 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, affwaun
Cuz ain't no when they manage what you're cravin'
Put the anger in the nation on your
Anvils that fills the circumference
And black crowd in a mass abundance
To hear horn, blow it like a naiji
What's the flavor unit the top priority?
C.l., untouchable the clip full
Impossibly, the can't front on me

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

You desire the for the entire empire
organizer of the earth, wind, and fire
C.l. and pete rock unlock the rock
Many want to and the honey-dips clock
for the residential
Never coincidental, on a rental
Count all the numeric
Pro-prosthetic if ya let it the nongeneric
The brother on the cover, yes, a not a singer
If you recognize him, point your index finger
Shock flock when I hit the block
God or devil on the set level, labeled as a rebel
In retrospect I those incorrect
And reflect the black power
Supreme cuz I chose to never
to the extreme, place it on a very high beam
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 agree you can't on me (yoooo!)

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