Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Front on Me

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

Hit the war drums that vibrate the earth
Here my people and I come, gotta wake up the
Not a pale frail ghost, C.L.'ll wreck the
'Cuz the land never had a Leo Africanos

The Sudanian, master of the
And if it's I'm the one you're Skypagin'
Lower than the Mole Man, R and B, silly
The only male hardcore crusin' through my

Rise to the supernova, like Bola
Heavy hitter I consider 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 gone as the funk on
I publicize here to keep the black race torn
But steady at an altitude where you get the mental
Not to be rude, a fresh pot brewed

Oh, a web we weave when we practice to deceive
Sparkin' off a trick up the
Pete stocked the bedrock, listen and see
And I'm sure you will agree you can't on me

Yo, you can't
It's like that, c'mon,
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 groomed, coming out now smelling like perfume
So take a whiff I wrap a gift, play ya like a gospel
A apostle, collosal

Afro, a cut me like a fade a Braun
Sport a bald head, but needed Hair Club for Men
Drop a SCUD, fully-capable, a form in a
Skips to soon as it leaves my lips

Suave know, I can the funk turn the habit
Kick the old 45 and I can boogie on
Welcome to the Brahma Don, 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 that fills the whole
And black people crowd in a abundance

To hear Gabriel's horn, blow it a Naiji
What's the flavor with the top priority?
C.L., untouchable with the clip
Impossibly, the can't front on me

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

You desire the messiah for the entire
Total of the earth, wind, and fire
C.L. and Pete Rock unlock the rock
want to mock and the honey-dips clock

Intercontinental for the
coincidental, rough on a rental
Count all the numeric
if ya let it resurrect the nongeneric

The on the cover, yes, a rapper not a singer
If you recognize him, point with index finger
Shock another when I hit the block
God or Devil on the set that's level, as a rebel

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

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

You front, boy
'Cuz we're the skilled
are the funk
The funk
We ain't no
Comin' out to
Ah, yeah, the funk track
it, P.