Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I represent to the
Pencil is full of insolent
I'm a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed a toxic, the plot begins to thicken
I to spitting like vintage Pac, demented
Demonic sinister, ever since the the Doc me
The day he gave me that shot when I was just to quit
So to not see him with me be a shocking image
And I'm the definition of what a chin is
'Cause no matter how many you sock me in it
And knock me to the canvas, even the boxing
Know that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always 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 names come up
In conversation of who's the dopest, better throw mine in it
And don't me, while I remind you of the flow
You won't find anywhere, where it and I unload my pen explodes
'Til 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 pairs of I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Begging my mom for K-Mart MacGregors they were new
St. Vincent de Paul, those were 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 go starting no argument
'Cause you know I'll win it, name a flow that's authentic, and don't front

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
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
front, you know 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
my flow off of you, your spirit's flowing through me
I you, Doody, without you I feel so incomplete
I'm no king, no need for rose to be thrown at my feet
I'm a in your 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 mothafuckin' own, it's me
No opponents can compete, and I've never been to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, follow or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't say bon appetit
'Cause I don't know to eat, fucking microphone or the beat
Bitch, mind works like mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, homes, mind's blown
'Cause I rhyme like I'm trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Showcase
With screaming "Who the fuck passed you the mic?"
Never you like my shit from the get
I'd ask you to wipe my ass, bitch
You had you a nice run, now a hike
I ever meet my match, I'mma strike that first
'Cause on the mic I gotta represent the rappers
The real rappers get mothafuckin' skills cracking
to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck not?
You don't like it? Suck a cock! Almost
Before I signed the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down
'Cause Rawkus didn't no offers, so mothafuck Loud
jerked me around so what's up now?
Wow, how of an asshole would I sound like
Rubbing it and holding some now, but don't front

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
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

Late at night, used to catch a buzz, write
Now I the type of shit to make you wipe
But wear cause you might leave a streak
I'm on a streak windshield wipers 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 me, it's breathing new life, it's like I already died once
I guess some only live twice, and it's funny
My of being 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 stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you,
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, has been set that'll never get met
Middle finger pressed Moby's nose
Shouts to Obie, the curtains on my show
(But never that I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it)
You take it, oh
Got a whole generation of coming up that are nutty with the flow
But me you've heard
An MC me who's this good 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 a knife in me and turn
be like my skin being Indian burned
Hah, bitch there isn't one, when you learn?
Never been served if memory
I'd battle that my own recollection remembers these words

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