Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Front on Me

Ah, yeah, yes,
Uh, come on, this is what I
It's Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth stuff
Uh huh, yeah, brothers understand
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, wake up the chief
Not a pale ghost, C.L.'ll wreck the most
'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 hardcore crusin' through my city

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

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

Oh, a web we weave when we practice to deceive
Sparkin' off a trick up the
Pete the bedrock, listen and you'll 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 front
I'm you now
C.L. Smooth and the Rock,

Many what was locked in a tomb
That I groomed, coming out now smelling like perfume
So take a whiff when I wrap a gift, play ya like a
A logical apostle,

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

Suave know, I can make the funk turn the
Kick the old 45 and I can boogie on
Welcome to the Don, pilgrimage to Mecca Don
A prayer for the parish, Affwaun

'Cuz ain't no misbehavin' they manage what you're cravin'
Put the "Anger in the Nation" on station
Anvils fills the whole circumference
And people crowd in a mass abundance

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

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

You desire the messiah for the empire
organizer 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
Never coincidental, on a rental
Count all the bars
Pro-prosthetic if ya let it 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, labeled as a

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

And drop jewels for five thousand fools who
'Cuz the proper show stopper's what ya
So come and get a taste of the duo
And I'm sure you agree you can't front on me

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