Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Front on Me

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, what a web we weave we practice to deceive
off a trick up the sleave
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 like that, c'mon,
Yes, you know I got to
You can't
I'm you now
C.L. Smooth and the Rock,

Many consumed what was locked in a
That I gradually groomed, 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 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 as it leaves my lips

Suave know, I can the funk turn the habit
Kick the old 45 and I can on static
Welcome to the Brahma Don, to Mecca Don
A prayer for the parish, Affwaun

'Cuz ain't no 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 hear Gabriel's horn, blow it like a
What's the flavor with the top priority?
C.L., untouchable with the clip
Impossibly, the posse can't on me

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

You desire the for the entire empire
organizer of the earth, wind, and fire
C.L. and Pete unlock the hard rock
Many want to mock and the honey-dips

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

The brother on the cover, yes, a not a singer
If you recognize him, 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 detect those
And reflect the black project
Supreme 'cuz I chose to blaspheme
Going to the extreme, it on a very high beam

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

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