Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Front on Me

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

Hit the war drums that 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, master of the
And if it's I'm the one you're Skypagin'
than the Mole Man, R and B, you're silly
The only male crusin' through my city

Rise to the supernova, Swami Bola
Heavy hitter I consider leanin' on my shoulder
Measure like a yardstick, at arithmetic
You add it up and I roast a high flick

Hit the pitch and then I'm gone as the funk on
I don't publicize to keep the black race torn
But steady at an where you get the mental food
Not to be rude, here's a fresh pot

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

Yo, you front
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 groomed, coming out now smelling like perfume
So take a whiff when I wrap a gift, ya like a gospel
A apostle, collosal

Afro, a cut me a fade with a Braun
Sport a bald head, but never Hair Club for Men
a SCUD, fully-capable, a form in a eclipse
Skips to backflips soon as it 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

ain't no misbehavin' when they manage what you're cravin'
Put the "Anger in the Nation" on your
Anvils that fills the circumference
And black people crowd in a abundance

To Gabriel's horn, blow it like a Naiji
What's the flavor unit with the top
C.L., untouchable the clip full
Impossibly, the posse can't on me

Don't you dare
Don't you dare
Not on me
I'm the man
C.L.'s the
Right on
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 Rock the hard rock
Many to mock and the honey-dips clock

Intercontinental for the
Never coincidental, on a rental
Count all the bars
Pro-prosthetic if ya let it resurrect the

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

In retrospect I those incorrect
And the black power project
'cuz I chose to never blaspheme
Going to the extreme, place it on a high beam

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

You front, boy
'Cuz the skilled fools
are the funk
The funk
We no joke
out to note
Ah, yeah, with the track
it, P.