Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I represent to the
Pencil is of insolent bullets
I'm like a Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the plot begins to
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 image
And I'm the of what a concrete chin is
'Cause no matter how many times you me in it
And me to the canvas, even the boxing critics
that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always have a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, Nope
But I I offended you when I told ya how dope I am at this
And put emphasis on the "dope," so when names up
In that conversation of who's the dopest, throw mine in it
And don't mind me, 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 seconds that go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy,
Two of jeans I'd alternate, bummy 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 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 more authentic, and 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 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

in piece to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me
Molded my off of you, your 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 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 never 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
I don't know what to eat, fucking microphone or the beat
Bitch, nobody's mind works mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, homes, mind's blown
'Cause I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony
With Denaun "Who the fuck passed you the mic?"
Never asked you like my shit 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 that first
on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers
The real rappers get their skills cracking
Word to and Dru-Ha, why the fuck not?
You don't it? Suck a cock! Almost forgot
I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down
'Cause Rawkus didn't make no offers, so mothafuck
They jerked me around so up now?
Wow, how much of an would I sound like
it and holding some grudge now, but don't front

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
front, you know I got you open, word
Don't front, you 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

at night, used to catch 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 wipers couldn't wipe
It's to decipher what cypher I might jump into tonight
'Cause I'm hyper or something, needing or something is lighting
This fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's I already died once
I guess some people only live twice, and funny
My days of broke was so long ago, I lost my concept of money
But you won't get a fucking nickle 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 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 back to get at a boy,
No Yes offense, precedents has been set that'll never get met
Middle finger pressed against nose
Shouts to Obie, the 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 of rappers coming up that are nutty with the flow
But convince me heard
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 mentally disturbed, you might as well stick a knife in me and
It'll be like my skin being Indian
Hah, bitch isn't one, when will you learn?
Never been served if memory
I'd battle that 'til my own remembers these words

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