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 plot begins to
I begin to spitting like Pac, demented
Demonic sinister, ever the the Doc replenished me
The day he gave me shot when I was just 'bout to quit
So to not see him with me be a shocking image
And I'm the definition of a concrete chin is
'Cause no how many times 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 have a finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, Nope
But I hope I offended you when I ya how dope I am at this
And put on the "dope," so when names come up
In that conversation of who's the dopest, better throw in it
And mind me, while I remind you of the flow
You won't find anywhere, where it fires and I 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 school I was so shy,
Two pairs of I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Begging my mom for MacGregors cause they were new
St. Vincent de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no fitted
But them old days, adios, I did it
said I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that those guys mimic
Now you fuckers don't go starting no argument
'Cause you know 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 I got you open, word
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
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, your spirit's flowing me
I love you, Doody, without you I feel so
I'm no king, no for rose petals to be thrown 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 different league on my own, it's just me
No opponents can compete, and I've never been known to
From beef, beep-beep, trends or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't even say bon
I don't know what to eat, fucking microphone or the beat
Bitch, nobody's works like mine
It's nose to the time, homes, your mind's blown
'Cause I like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Showcase
With Denaun screaming "Who the fuck you the mic?"
asked you like my shit from the get
I'd ask you to wipe my ass, bitch
You had you a nice run, now take a
I ever meet my match, I'mma strike that first
'Cause on the mic I gotta represent the rappers
The real rappers get their mothafuckin' 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 signed with Down
Rawkus didn't make no offers, so mothafuck Loud
They jerked me around so up now?
Wow, how much of an asshole I sound like
Rubbing it and holding some grudge now, but don't

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 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, used to a buzz, couldn't write
Now I write the type of to make you wipe
But wear diapers you might leave a streak
I'm on a streak windshield wipers wipe
It's hard to decipher what cypher I might jump tonight
'Cause I'm or something, needing someone or something is lighting
This fire under me, it's new life, it's like I already died once
I guess some people live twice, and it's funny
My days of being was so long ago, I lost my concept of money
But you dimes won't get a fucking nickle me
Oh shit, I'm down on one
I'm a stroke 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, don't put me up with 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
to Obie, the curtains closed on my show
(But forget that 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 with the fucking mincing of words
mincing words that'll make 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 skin being Indian
Hah, bitch there isn't one, when will you
Never served if memory serves
I'd battle that 'til my own remembers these words

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