Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I to the fullest
Pencil is full of insolent
I'm like a Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the begins to thicken
I begin to spitting like vintage Pac,
Demonic sinister, ever since the the Doc me
The day he me that shot when I was just 'bout to quit
So to not see him with me would be a shocking
And I'm the of what a concrete chin is
'Cause no matter how many you sock me in it
And knock me to the canvas, the boxing critics
Know that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always have a finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, Nope
But I hope I offended you when I told ya how I am at this
And put emphasis on the "dope," so when come up
In that conversation of who's the dopest, throw mine in it
And don't mind me, while I remind you of the
You find anywhere, where it fires and I unload my pen explodes
'Til there's no rhymes in it, reload in no
Let insults fly sixty seconds that go by, so you know I meant it
In I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I
Begging my mom for K-Mart MacGregors cause were new
St. Vincent de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no size
But kissed old days, adios, I did it
They I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that those guys mimic
Now you fuckers don't wanna go starting no
'Cause you know I'll win it, name a flow that's more authentic, and don't

front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you I got you open, kid
front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open,
front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you I got you open, kid
Don't front, you I got you open, kid
Yo why you frontin', you I got you open, kid

Rest in piece to Big Proof, you was a beast, you mirrored me
my flow off of you, your spirit's flowing through me
I love you, Doody, without you I so incomplete
I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be at my feet
I'm a thorn in side, get thrown into a throne
Better watch the fucking tone that you speak, feel I'm in the zone
I'm in a whole league on my mothafuckin' own, it's just me
No opponents can compete, and I've been known to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, follow or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't even say bon
'Cause I don't know to eat, fucking microphone or the beat
Bitch, mind works like mine
It's to the grindstone time, homes, your mind's blown
'Cause I rhyme like I'm still to get signed, up in the Ebony Showcase
With Denaun screaming "Who the fuck you the mic?"
Never asked you like my from the get
I'd rather ask you to my ass, bitch
You had you a nice run, now take a
I ever meet my match, I'mma strike that bitch
'Cause on the mic I gotta the real rappers
The real rappers get mothafuckin' skills cracking
Word to and Dru-Ha, why the fuck not?
You don't like it? Suck a cock! Almost
Before I signed with the Doc, I almost with Duck Down
Rawkus didn't make no offers, so mothafuck Loud
They jerked me around so what's up
Wow, how much of an would I sound like
Rubbing it and holding grudge now, but don't front

Don't front, you I got you open, kid
front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open,
front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you I got you open, kid
Don't front, you I got you open, kid
Yo why you frontin', you I got you open, kid

Late at night, used to a buzz, couldn't write
Now I write the of shit to make you wipe
But wear diapers cause you leave a streak
I'm on a streak windshield couldn't wipe
hard to decipher what cypher I might jump into tonight
'Cause I'm hyper or something, needing someone or is lighting
This fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's I already died once
I some people only live twice, and it's funny
My days of being broke was so long ago, I lost my of money
But you dimes won't get a fucking from me
Oh shit, I'm down on one
I'm having a of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you, honey
From boy to man, it's still make a whore moan a thyroid gland
I'm in another category, man, put me up with them pop stars
I never needed a pat on the back to get at a boy,
No offense? Yes offense, precedents has been set that'll get met
Middle finger pressed against Moby's
Shouts to Obie, the closed on my show
(But never forget that I'm the one you thought make it)
You take it, oh
Got a whole generation of rappers coming up that are nutty the flow
But convince me you've
An MC since me who's this good with the fucking mincing of
Without mincing words that'll make you feel I'm pinching a nerve
Whose disturbed, you might as well stick a knife in me and turn
It'll be like my being Indian burned
Hah, bitch there isn't one, will you learn?
Never been served if serves
I'd battle that 'til my own remembers these words

You know I got you kid, stop fronting
You I got you open, Word Life