Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Front on Me

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

Hit the war drums that vibrate the underneath
Here my people and I come, gotta wake up the
Not a pale ghost, C.L.'ll wreck 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 only hardcore crusin' through my city

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

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

Oh, what a web we weave when we to deceive
Sparkin' off a trick up the
Pete stocked the bedrock, and you'll see
And I'm sure you will agree you 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. Smooth and the Rock,

Many consumed what was in a tomb
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 needed Hair for Men
Drop a SCUD, fully-capable, a in a eclipse
Skips to backflips soon as it my lips

Suave know, I can the funk turn the habit
Kick the old 45 and I can on static
Welcome to the Don, pilgrimage 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 fills the whole circumference
And black people in a mass abundance

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

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

You the messiah for the entire empire
Total organizer of the earth, wind, and
C.L. and Pete Rock unlock the rock
want to mock and the honey-dips clock

Intercontinental for the
Never coincidental, rough on a
Count all the bars
if ya let it resurrect the nongeneric

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

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

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

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