Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Front on Me

Ah, yeah, yes

Uh, on
is what I like
It's that rock and c.l. smooth stuff
Uh huh,
Brothers understand
You know I'm about to drop a funky on you
this...

Hit the war that vibrate the earth underneath
Here my 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, of the mediterranean
And if lovely I'm the one you're skypagin'
Lower than the mole man, r&b, you're
The only male hardcore through my city
to the supernova, swami like bola
Heavy hitter I 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 funk on
I publicize here to keep the black race torn
But steady at an altitude you get the mental food
Not to be rude, here's a fresh pot
Oh, what a web we when we practice to deceive
Sparkin' off a up the sleave
Pete stocked the bedrock, listen and see
And I'm you will agree you can't front on me

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

Many consumed what was locked in a
That I groomed, coming out now smelling like perfume
So take a whiff I wrap a gift, play ya like a gospel
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 make the turn the habit
Kick the old 45 and I can on static
Welcome to the don, pilgrimage to mecca don
A prayer for the parish, soucron
Cuz ain't no misbehavin' when manage what you're cravin'
Put the anger in the nation on your
Anvils fills the whole circumference
And black people crowd in a abundance
To gabriel's horn, blow it like a naiji
What's the flavor unit the top priority?
C.l., with the clip full
Impossibly, the can't front on me

Don't you front
you dare front
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 messiah for the entire
organizer of the earth, wind, and fire
C.l. and pete rock the hard rock
Many to mock and the honey-dips clock
for the residential
Never coincidental, rough on a
Count all the numeric
if ya let it resurrect the nongeneric
The brother on the cover, yes, a rapper not a
If you recognize him, with your index finger
another flock when I hit the block
God or devil on the set that's level, labeled as a
In retrospect I detect those
And the black power project
cuz I chose to never blaspheme
Going to the extreme, place it on a very beam
And drop jewels for five thousand who stampede
Cuz the proper show what ya need
So and get a taste of the dynamic 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
out to note
Ah,
the funk track
it, p.