Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Front on Me

Ah, yeah, yes,
Uh, on, this is what I like
It's that Rock and C.L. Smooth stuff
Uh huh, yeah, brothers can't
You I'm about to drop a funky beat on you like this

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

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

to the supernova, Swami like Bola
Heavy I consider Ueuker leanin' on my shoulder
Measure like a yardstick, at arithmetic
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 keep the 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 when we to deceive
Sparkin' off a trick up the
stocked the bedrock, listen and you'll see
And I'm you will agree 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. and the Rock, c'mon

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

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

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

'Cuz ain't no misbehavin' when manage what you're cravin'
Put the "Anger in the Nation" on your
Anvils that fills the whole
And black crowd 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 can't front on me

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

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

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

The brother on the cover, yes, a not a singer
If you recognize him, point with index finger
Shock another flock when I hit the
God or Devil on the set that's level, as a rebel

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

And drop jewels for five thousand who stampede
'Cuz the proper show 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
are the funk
The hardcore
We ain't no
out to note
Ah, yeah, with the funk
it, P.