Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Front on Me

Ah, yeah, yes,
Uh, on, this is what I like
It's that Pete and C.L. Smooth stuff
Uh huh, yeah, brothers understand
You know I'm about to drop a funky beat on you this

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

The Sudanian, master of the
And if it's lovely I'm the one you're
Lower the Mole Man, R and B, you're silly
The only male hardcore 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 roast a high pick

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

Oh, what a web we weave we practice to deceive
Sparkin' off a up the sleave
stocked the bedrock, listen and you'll see
And I'm sure you will agree you front on me

Yo, you front
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 what was locked in a
I gradually groomed, coming out now smelling like perfume
So take a whiff when I wrap a gift, play ya a gospel
A logical apostle,

Afro, a cut me like a fade with a
Sport a bald head, but never needed Club for Men
a SCUD, fully-capable, a form in a eclipse
Skips to backflips as it leaves my lips

know, I can make the funk turn the habit
Kick the old 45 and I can boogie on
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 your
Anvils fills the whole circumference
And black crowd in a mass abundance

To hear horn, blow it like a Naiji
What's the flavor unit with the top
C.L., with the clip full
Impossibly, the posse front on me

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

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

Intercontinental for the
Never coincidental, rough on a
all the bars numeric
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 flock when I hit the block
God or on the set that's level, labeled as a rebel

In retrospect I detect incorrect
And reflect the black project
Supreme 'cuz I to never blaspheme
Going to the extreme, place it on a high beam

And drop for five thousand fools who stampede
'Cuz the proper show stopper's what ya
So come and get a of the dynamic duo
And I'm sure you will agree you front on me

You front, boy
we're the skilled fools
We'z are the
The hardcore
We ain't no
out to note
Ah, yeah, with the track
it, P.