Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I to the fullest
Pencil is full of bullets
I'm a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the begins to thicken
I begin to spitting vintage Pac, demented
sinister, ever since the the Doc replenished me
The day he gave me that shot when I was 'bout to quit
So to not see him with me be a shocking image
And I'm the of what a concrete chin is
'Cause no how many times you sock me in it
And knock me to the canvas, even the critics
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 when I told ya how dope I am at
And put on the "dope," so when names come up
In that 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
'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 jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I
Begging my mom for MacGregors cause they were new
St. Vincent de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no size
But them old days, adios, I did it
They said I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that those mimic
Now you fuckers wanna go starting no argument
'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
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
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 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 petals to be thrown at my
I'm a in your side, get thrown into a throne
Better the fucking tone that you speak, feel like I'm in the zone
I'm in a whole different on my mothafuckin' own, it's just me
No opponents can compete, and I've never known to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, follow trends or in defeat
I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't say bon appetit
'Cause I don't know what to eat, fucking or the beat
Bitch, nobody's mind works mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, homes, your mind's
I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Showcase
With Denaun screaming "Who the 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 ever meet my match, I'mma strike that bitch
on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers
The real rappers get their mothafuckin' skills
to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck not?
You don't like it? Suck a cock! forgot
Before I with the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down
'Cause Rawkus didn't make no offers, so mothafuck
They jerked me so what's up now?
Wow, how much of an asshole would I 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
front, you know 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
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 write the type of shit to you wipe
But wear diapers you might leave a streak
I'm on a streak windshield wipers couldn't
It's hard to decipher what I might jump into tonight
'Cause I'm or something, needing someone or something is lighting
This under me, it's breathing new life, it's like I already died once
I guess some people only live twice, and funny
My days of being 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 a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you, honey
From boy to man, still make a whore moan like a thyroid gland
I'm in another category, man, put me up with them pop stars
I never a pat on the back to get at a boy, band
No offense? Yes offense, precedents has been set that'll get met
Middle pressed against Moby's nose
to Obie, the curtains closed on my show
(But never forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't it)
You take it, oh
Got a whole generation of coming up that are nutty with the flow
But convince me you've
An MC since me who's this good with the fucking mincing of
Without mincing words make you feel like I'm pinching a nerve
Whose mentally disturbed, you might as well a knife in me and turn
It'll be my skin being Indian burned
Hah, bitch there isn't one, when will you
Never been served if memory
I'd battle 'til my own recollection remembers these words

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