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. 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 earth
Here my people and I come, gotta up the chief
Not a pale ghost, C.L.'ll wreck the most
'Cuz the Mecca land never had a Leo

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

Rise to the supernova, Swami like
hitter 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 don't publicize here to keep the black torn
But steady at an where you get the mental food
Not to be rude, a fresh pot brewed

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

Yo, you front
It's that, c'mon, yeah
Yes, you I got to talk
You front
I'm you now
C.L. and the Rock, c'mon

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

Afro, a cut me like a with a Braun
Sport a bald head, but never Hair Club for Men
a SCUD, fully-capable, a form in a eclipse
Skips to soon as it leaves my lips

Suave know, I can make the funk turn the
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 your
Anvils that fills the whole
And black people crowd in a mass

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

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

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

Intercontinental for the
Never coincidental, on a rental
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 your finger
Shock another flock I hit the block
God or Devil on the set level, labeled as a rebel

In retrospect I detect those
And reflect the black project
Supreme I chose to never blaspheme
Going to the extreme, place it on a very high

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

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