Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Front on Me

Ah, yeah, yes

Uh, on
This is what I
that pete rock 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 vibrate the earth
Here my and I come, gotta wake up the chief
Not a pale ghost, c.l.'ll wreck the most
Cuz the land 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
hitter I consider ueuker 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 publicize to keep the black race torn
But at an altitude where you get the mental food
Not to be rude, here's a pot brewed
Oh, what a web we weave when we practice to
Sparkin' off a up the sleave
Pete stocked the bedrock, and you'll see
And I'm sure you agree you can't front on me

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

consumed what was locked in a tomb
That I gradually groomed, coming out now smelling like
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 needed hair club for men
Drop a scud, fully-capable, a in a eclipse
Skips to soon as it leaves my lips
Suave know, I can make the funk turn the
Kick the old 45 and I can boogie on
Welcome to the brahma don, pilgrimage to don
A prayer for the parish, affwaun
Cuz ain't no misbehavin' when they what you're cravin'
Put the in the nation on your station
that fills the whole circumference
And black people crowd in a abundance
To hear gabriel's horn, blow it like a
the flavor unit with the top priority?
C.l., untouchable with the full
Impossibly, the posse front on me

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

You desire the messiah for the empire
organizer of the earth, wind, and fire
C.l. and pete rock unlock the rock
Many want to mock and the honey-dips
Intercontinental for the
coincidental, rough on a rental
Count all the bars
Pro-prosthetic if ya let it resurrect the
The on the cover, yes, a rapper not a singer
If you recognize him, point with index finger
another 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 project
cuz I chose to never blaspheme
Going to the extreme, place it on a very beam
And drop jewels for five thousand fools who
Cuz the proper show stopper's what ya
So and get a taste of the dynamic duo
And I'm you will agree you can't front on me (yoooo!)

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