Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Front on Me

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

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

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
Heavy hitter I consider Ueuker leanin' on my
Measure a yardstick, thick at arithmetic
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 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 when we practice to deceive
off a trick 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 I got to talk
You can't
I'm you now
C.L. Smooth and the Rock,

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

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

Suave know, I can make the funk the habit
Kick the old 45 and I can on static
Welcome to the Brahma Don, pilgrimage to Don
A prayer for the parish, Affwaun

'Cuz no misbehavin' when they manage what you're cravin'
Put the "Anger in the Nation" on station
that fills the whole circumference
And black people crowd in a mass

To hear horn, blow it like a Naiji
the flavor unit with the top priority?
C.L., with the clip full
Impossibly, the can't front 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
organizer of the earth, wind, and fire
C.L. and Pete Rock unlock the hard
Many want to mock and the 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 not a singer
If you recognize him, point with your index
Shock flock when I hit the block
God or Devil on the set that's level, labeled as a

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

And drop jewels for thousand fools who stampede
'Cuz the proper show what 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
we're the skilled fools
We'z are the
The funk
We no joke
out to note
Ah, yeah, with the funk
it, P.