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 can't
You know I'm about to drop a beat on you like this

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

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

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

Hit the pitch and then I'm as the funk lingers on
I don't publicize here to keep the black race
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
Sparkin' off a up the sleave
stocked the bedrock, listen and you'll see
And I'm sure you will you can't front on me

Yo, you can't
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 gradually groomed, coming out now like perfume
So take a whiff 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 needed Hair Club for Men
Drop a SCUD, fully-capable, a form in a
Skips to backflips as it leaves my lips

Suave know, I can make the funk the habit
Kick the old 45 and I can on static
to the Brahma Don, pilgrimage to Mecca Don
A for the parish, Soucron Affwaun

'Cuz ain't no misbehavin' when they manage what cravin'
Put the "Anger in the Nation" on station
Anvils that fills the circumference
And black people in a mass abundance

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

Don't you dare
you dare front
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 unlock the hard
Many to mock and the honey-dips clock

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

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

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

And jewels for five 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 agree you can't on me

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