Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Front on Me

Ah, yeah, yes,
Uh, come on, this is I like
It's that Rock and C.L. Smooth stuff
Uh huh, yeah, brothers can't
You know I'm to drop a funky beat on you like this

Hit the war drums that the earth underneath
my people and I come, gotta wake up the chief
Not a pale frail ghost, C.L.'ll the most
the Mecca land never had a Leo Africanos

The Sudanian, of the Mediterranean
And if it's lovely I'm the one Skypagin'
Lower than the Mole Man, R and B, silly
The only hardcore crusin' through my city

Rise to the supernova, like Bola
Heavy hitter I consider Ueuker leanin' on my
like a yardstick, thick at arithmetic
You add it up and I a high pick flick

Hit the pitch and then I'm gone as the lingers on
I don't publicize here to keep the black torn
But steady at an altitude where you get the food
Not to be rude, a fresh 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 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 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 perfume
So take a whiff I wrap a gift, play ya like a gospel
A logical apostle,

Afro, a cut me like a with a Braun
a bald head, but never needed Hair Club for Men
Drop a SCUD, fully-capable, a in a eclipse
Skips to backflips soon as it leaves my

Suave know, I can make the turn the habit
the old 45 and I can boogie on static
Welcome to the Brahma Don, pilgrimage to Don
A prayer for the parish, Affwaun

'Cuz ain't no misbehavin' when they manage what you're
Put the "Anger in the Nation" on station
Anvils that the whole circumference
And black people crowd in a mass

To hear horn, blow it like a Naiji
the flavor unit with the top priority?
C.L., untouchable with the clip
Impossibly, the posse can't on me

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

You the messiah for the entire empire
organizer of the earth, wind, and fire
C.L. and Pete unlock the hard rock
Many want to and the honey-dips clock

for the residential
Never coincidental, on a rental
all the bars 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 your index
another flock when I hit the block
God or on the set that's level, labeled as a rebel

In I detect those incorrect
And reflect the power project
Supreme 'cuz I chose to blaspheme
Going to the extreme, it on a very high beam

And jewels for five thousand fools who stampede
'Cuz the proper stopper's what ya need
So and get a taste of the dynamic duo
And I'm you will agree you can't front on me

You front, boy
we're the skilled fools
We'z are the
The hardcore
We no joke
Comin' out to
Ah, yeah, with the track
it, P.