Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Front on Me

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

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

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

to the supernova, Swami like Bola
Heavy hitter I consider Ueuker leanin' on my
Measure like a yardstick, at arithmetic
You add it up and I a high pick flick

Hit the pitch and then I'm as the funk lingers on
I don't publicize here to the black 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 when we practice to deceive
Sparkin' off a up the sleave
Pete stocked the bedrock, and you'll 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 can't
I'm you now
C.L. and the Rock, c'mon

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

Afro, a cut me a fade with a Braun
Sport a bald head, but never Hair Club 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 turn the habit
Kick the old 45 and I can boogie on
Welcome to the Don, pilgrimage to Mecca Don
A for the parish, Soucron Affwaun

'Cuz ain't no misbehavin' when manage what you're cravin'
Put the "Anger in the Nation" on your
Anvils that the whole circumference
And black people in a mass abundance

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

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 Rock unlock the hard rock
Many to mock and the honey-dips clock

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

The brother on the cover, yes, a rapper not a
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 incorrect
And the black power project
Supreme I chose to never blaspheme
to the extreme, place it on a very high beam

And jewels for five 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 can't on me

You front, boy
'Cuz we're the fools
We'z are the
The funk
We ain't no
out to note
Ah, yeah, with the funk
it, P.