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 understand
You know I'm about to drop a beat on you like this

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

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

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

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

Oh, what a web we weave we practice to deceive
off a trick 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 I got to talk
You can't
I'm you now
C.L. and the Rock, c'mon

Many consumed what was locked in a
That I gradually groomed, coming out now smelling like
So take a when I wrap a gift, play ya like a gospel
A apostle, collosal

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

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

'Cuz ain't no when they manage what you're cravin'
Put the "Anger in the Nation" on station
that fills the whole circumference
And people 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 can't front on me

Don't you front
you dare front
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
organizer of the earth, wind, and fire
C.L. and Pete unlock the hard rock
Many want to and the honey-dips clock

Intercontinental for the
coincidental, rough on a rental
Count all the bars
Pro-prosthetic if ya let it the nongeneric

The brother on the cover, yes, a rapper not a
If you recognize him, point your index finger
another flock when I hit the block
God or on the set that's level, labeled as a rebel

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

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

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