Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Front on Me

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

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

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

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

Hit the pitch and then I'm gone as the funk on
I don't publicize here to keep the black race
But steady at an altitude 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 the bedrock, listen and you'll see
And I'm sure you will you can't front on me

Yo, you can't
like 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 take a whiff I wrap a gift, play ya like a gospel
A apostle, collosal

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

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

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

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

Don't you front
Don't you 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 empire
organizer of the earth, wind, and fire
C.L. and Pete Rock the hard rock
want to mock and the honey-dips clock

Intercontinental for the
Never coincidental, rough on a
all the bars numeric
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 I detect those incorrect
And reflect the power project
Supreme 'cuz I chose to blaspheme
Going to the extreme, place it on a very high

And drop jewels for thousand fools 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 front on me

You front, boy
'Cuz we're the fools
We'z are the
The hardcore
We no joke
Comin' out to
Ah, yeah, with the track
it, P.