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 Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a
Mixed with a toxic, the begins to thicken
I begin to spitting like vintage Pac,
sinister, ever since the the Doc replenished me
The day he gave me that 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
no matter how many times you sock 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 you when I told ya how dope I am at this
And put on the "dope," so when names come up
In that conversation of the dopest, better throw mine in it
And mind me, while I remind you of the flow
You won't find anywhere, where it and I unload my pen explodes
'Til there's no 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 jeans I'd alternate, clothes, I 'member
Begging my mom for K-Mart MacGregors cause they 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 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
Don't front, you 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 to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me
Molded my flow off of you, your spirit's flowing 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, 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 never 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 what to eat, microphone or the beat
Bitch, nobody's mind works like
It's nose to the grindstone time, homes, your mind's
'Cause I rhyme I'm still trying 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 rather ask you to wipe my ass,
You had you a run, now take a hike
I meet my match, I'mma strike that bitch first
'Cause on the mic I represent the real rappers
The real rappers get their skills cracking
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck
You don't like it? Suck a cock! forgot
Before I signed with the Doc, I signed with Duck Down
'Cause Rawkus make no offers, so mothafuck Loud
jerked me around so what's up now?
Wow, how much of an would I sound like
Rubbing it and holding some grudge now, but don't

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
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 catch a buzz, couldn't
Now I write the of shit to make you wipe
But diapers cause you might leave a streak
I'm on a streak windshield wipers couldn't
It's hard to decipher 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 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 still make a moan like 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, has been set that'll never get met
finger pressed against Moby's nose
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 whole generation of rappers up that are nutty with the flow
But convince me you've
An MC since me this good with the fucking mincing of words
Without mincing words that'll make you like I'm pinching a nerve
Whose disturbed, you might as well stick a knife in me and turn
It'll be like my skin Indian burned
Hah, bitch there 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 open kid, stop
You know I got you open, Life