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. stuff
Uh huh,
Brothers can't
You I'm about to drop a funky 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 frail ghost, c.l.'ll wreck the
Cuz the mecca land never had a leo
The sudanian, master of the
And if it's lovely I'm the one you're
than the mole man, r&b, you're silly
The only male hardcore crusin' my city
Rise to the supernova, swami bola
Heavy 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 I'm gone as the funk lingers on
I don't publicize here to keep the black race
But steady at an altitude where you get the mental
Not to be rude, a fresh pot brewed
Oh, what a web we weave when we practice to
off a trick up the sleave
Pete the bedrock, listen and you'll see
And I'm sure you will agree you can't on me

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

Many consumed was locked in a tomb
That I gradually groomed, coming out now smelling like
So take a whiff when I wrap a gift, play ya like a
A apostle, collosal (whoooweee!)
Afro, a cut me a fade with a braun
a bald head, but never 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 the funk turn the habit
the old 45 and I can boogie on static
Welcome to the brahma don, pilgrimage to don
A for the parish, soucron affwaun
Cuz ain't no misbehavin' when they manage you're cravin'
Put the anger in the nation on station
Anvils that fills the circumference
And people crowd in a mass abundance
To gabriel's horn, blow it like a naiji
the flavor unit with the top priority?
C.l., untouchable with the full
Impossibly, the can't front on me

you dare front
Don't you dare
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 for the entire empire
Total of the earth, wind, and fire
C.l. and pete rock the hard rock
Many want to mock and the clock
for the residential
Never coincidental, rough on a
Count all the numeric
Pro-prosthetic if ya let it the nongeneric
The brother on the cover, yes, a rapper not a
If you recognize him, point with index finger
Shock another flock I hit the block
God or devil on the set that's level, labeled as a
In retrospect I detect incorrect
And the black power project
Supreme cuz I chose to blaspheme
Going to the extreme, it on a very high beam
And drop for five thousand fools who stampede
Cuz the proper show stopper's 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 ain't no
Comin' out to
Ah,
With the funk
it, p.