Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

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

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,
Don't front, you 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 lyrically me
my flow off of you, your spirit's flowing through me
I love you, Doody, without you I feel so
I'm no king, no need for petals to be thrown at my feet
I'm a thorn in your side, get thrown into a
Better watch the tone that you speak, feel like I'm in the zone
I'm in a different 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 trends or in defeat
I'm still as fuck, but can't even say bon appetit
'Cause I know what to eat, fucking microphone or the beat
Bitch, nobody's mind like mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, homes, your mind's
'Cause I rhyme like I'm still to get signed, up in the Ebony Showcase
With Denaun screaming "Who the passed you the mic?"
asked you like my shit from the get
I'd ask you to wipe my ass, bitch
You had you a run, now take a hike
I ever meet my match, I'mma strike bitch first
'Cause on the mic I represent the real rappers
The real rappers get mothafuckin' skills cracking
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the not?
You don't like it? Suck a cock! Almost
Before I signed with the Doc, I signed with Duck Down
'Cause Rawkus didn't no offers, so mothafuck Loud
They me around so what's up now?
Wow, how of an asshole would I sound like
Rubbing it and holding some grudge now, but front

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
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
front, you know 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 type of shit to you wipe
But wear cause you might leave a streak
I'm on a streak windshield couldn't wipe
It's hard to decipher what cypher I might jump into
'Cause I'm hyper or something, needing or something is lighting
This fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's like I died once
I guess some people only live twice, and funny
My days of being broke was so long ago, I lost my concept of
But you dimes won't get a nickle from me
Oh shit, I'm on one knee
I'm having a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm to you, honey
From boy to man, it's make a whore moan like a thyroid gland
I'm in category, man, don't 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 set that'll never get met
Middle finger pressed against Moby's
Shouts to Obie, the curtains on my show
(But forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it)
You take it, oh
Got a generation of rappers coming up that are nutty with the flow
But convince me you've
An MC me who's this good with the fucking mincing of words
Without mincing words that'll you feel like I'm pinching a nerve
Whose mentally disturbed, you might as well stick a knife in me and
It'll be like my being Indian burned
Hah, bitch there one, when will you learn?
Never served if memory serves
I'd battle that my own recollection remembers these words

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