Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Front on Me

Ah, yeah, yes,
Uh, come on, this is what I
It's that Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth
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, wake up the chief
Not a frail ghost, C.L.'ll wreck the most
'Cuz the land never had a Leo Africanos

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

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 as the funk lingers on
I publicize here to keep the black race torn
But steady at an altitude you get the mental food
Not to be rude, here's a fresh pot

Oh, what a web we weave when we 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
It's like that, c'mon,
Yes, you know I got to
You can't
I'm you now
C.L. and the Rock, c'mon

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

Afro, a cut me like a fade a Braun
Sport a head, but never needed Hair Club 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 boogie on
to the Brahma Don, pilgrimage to Mecca Don
A prayer for the parish, Soucron

'Cuz ain't no misbehavin' when they manage you're cravin'
Put the "Anger in the Nation" on station
Anvils that fills the circumference
And black people crowd in a 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

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

You desire the messiah for the entire
Total organizer of the earth, wind, and
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 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
another flock when I hit the block
God or Devil on the set level, labeled as a rebel

In retrospect I detect incorrect
And reflect the power project
Supreme 'cuz I chose to blaspheme
Going to the extreme, it on a very high beam

And drop jewels for five thousand fools who
'Cuz the show stopper's what ya need
So come and get a taste of the duo
And I'm sure you agree you can't front on me

You front, boy
we're the skilled fools
We'z are the
The hardcore
We ain't no
Comin' out to
Ah, yeah, with the track
it, P.