Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I represent to the
is full of insolent bullets
I'm like a Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the begins to thicken
I begin to like vintage Pac, demented
Demonic sinister, since the the Doc replenished me
The day he gave me that shot I was just 'bout to quit
So to not see him with me would be a image
And I'm the definition of what a chin is
'Cause no matter how many times you me in it
And knock me to the canvas, even the boxing
Know that if I get off to a start, I'll always have a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, Nope
But I hope I offended you I told ya how dope I am at this
And put emphasis on the "dope," so when come up
In conversation of who's the dopest, better throw mine in it
And mind me, while I remind you of the flow
You won't find anywhere, it fires and I unload my pen explodes
there's no rhymes in it, reload in no time
Let insults fly even sixty seconds that go by, so you I meant it
In I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Begging my mom for K-Mart MacGregors cause they new
St. Vincent de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no fitted
But kissed old days, adios, I did it
They I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that those guys mimic
Now you don't wanna go starting no argument
'Cause you know I'll win it, name a flow that's 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 I got you open, word
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
Molded my flow off of you, spirit's flowing through me
I love you, Doody, you I feel so incomplete
I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be thrown at my
I'm a thorn in your side, get into a throne
Better watch the fucking tone that you speak, feel like I'm in the
I'm in a whole different league on my mothafuckin' own, it's me
No opponents can compete, and I've been known to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, follow or wallow in defeat
I'm still as fuck, but can't even say bon appetit
'Cause I don't what to eat, fucking microphone or the beat
Bitch, nobody's mind works mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, homes, your mind's
'Cause I like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Showcase
Denaun screaming "Who the fuck passed you the mic?"
Never asked you my shit from the get
I'd rather ask you to wipe my ass,
You had you a nice run, now take a
I meet my match, I'mma strike that bitch first
on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers
The rappers get their mothafuckin' skills cracking
to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck not?
You don't like it? Suck a cock! Almost
Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Down
'Cause Rawkus didn't make no offers, so Loud
They me around so what's up now?
Wow, how much of an asshole I sound like
Rubbing it and holding some grudge now, but 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 I got you open, word
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, to catch a buzz, couldn't write
Now I the type of shit to make you wipe
But wear diapers 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 someone or something is
This fire me, it's breathing new life, it's like I already died once
I guess some people only twice, and it's funny
My days of being broke was so long ago, I lost my concept of
But you dimes won't get a fucking from me
Oh shit, I'm on one knee
I'm having a stroke of genius, 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, don't put me up with pop stars
I never needed a pat on the to get at a boy, band
No offense? Yes offense, precedents has set that'll never get met
Middle finger pressed Moby's nose
Shouts to Obie, the curtains closed on my
(But never forget I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it)
You can't it, oh
Got a whole generation of rappers up that are nutty with the flow
But convince me heard
An MC since me who's this good with the mincing of words
Without mincing words that'll make you feel like I'm a nerve
Whose disturbed, you might as well stick a knife in me and turn
It'll be like my skin being burned
Hah, bitch isn't one, when will you learn?
Never been served if serves
I'd battle that 'til my own recollection remembers words

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