Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Front on Me

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

Hit the war drums that vibrate the underneath
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'
than the Mole Man, R and B, you're silly
The only male hardcore crusin' my city

Rise to the supernova, like Bola
hitter I consider Ueuker leanin' on my shoulder
Measure 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 publicize here to the black race torn
But at an altitude where you get the mental food
Not to be rude, a fresh pot brewed

Oh, a web we weave when we practice to deceive
Sparkin' off a up the sleave
Pete stocked the bedrock, listen and see
And I'm sure you will you can't front on me

Yo, you front
like that, c'mon, yeah
Yes, you know I got to
You front
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 smelling perfume
So take a whiff when I wrap a gift, 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 form in a
Skips to backflips soon as it my lips

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

'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 black people crowd in a mass

To hear Gabriel's horn, blow it like a
What's the flavor unit the top priority?
C.L., untouchable with the full
Impossibly, the posse front on me

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

You desire the messiah for the entire
Total of the earth, wind, and fire
C.L. and Pete unlock the hard rock
want to mock 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 him, point with your index finger
Shock another flock I hit the block
God or Devil on the set that's level, labeled as a

In retrospect I detect those
And reflect the black project
Supreme 'cuz I chose to blaspheme
Going to the extreme, place it on a 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 sure you will agree you can't on me

You front, boy
'Cuz the skilled fools
are the funk
The funk
We ain't no
out to note
Ah, yeah, the funk track
it, P.