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 a toxic, the plot begins to thicken
I begin to spitting like Pac, demented
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 me would be a shocking image
And I'm the definition of what a concrete is
'Cause no matter how times 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 have a Rocky
Eat me brocoli, spinach, cocky?
But I hope I offended you I told ya how dope I am at this
And put on the "dope," so when names come up
In conversation 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, where it fires and I unload my pen
'Til there's no rhymes in it, in no time
Let insults fly sixty 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 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 I'll 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
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
watch the fucking tone that you speak, feel like I'm in the zone
I'm in a whole league on my mothafuckin' own, it's just me
No can compete, and I've never been known to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, follow trends or 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 mind like mine
It's nose to the time, homes, your mind's blown
I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Showcase
With Denaun screaming "Who the fuck you the mic?"
Never asked you like my shit the get
I'd rather ask you to wipe my ass,
You had you a run, now take a hike
I ever meet my match, I'mma that bitch first
'Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real
The real rappers get their mothafuckin' skills
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck
You like it? Suck a cock! Almost forgot
Before I signed with the Doc, I almost with Duck Down
'Cause Rawkus didn't make no offers, so Loud
jerked me around so what's up now?
Wow, how much of an asshole would I like
Rubbing it and some grudge now, but 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
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, to catch a buzz, couldn't write
Now I write the type of shit to make you
But wear diapers cause you might leave a
I'm on a windshield wipers couldn't wipe
It's hard to decipher what cypher I might jump into
I'm hyper or something, needing someone or something is lighting
This fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's like I already died
I guess some people only live twice, and funny
My days of being broke was so long ago, I lost my concept of
But you dimes won't get a fucking nickle me
Oh shit, I'm on one knee
I'm having a of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you, honey
From boy to man, it's still make a whore moan like a thyroid
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
to Obie, the curtains closed on my show
(But never that I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it)
You take it, oh
Got a generation of rappers coming up that are nutty with the flow
But me you've heard
An MC since me who's this good with the fucking mincing of
Without mincing that'll make you feel like I'm pinching a nerve
Whose mentally disturbed, you might as stick a knife in me and turn
It'll be like my skin being burned
Hah, bitch there isn't one, when will you
Never been if memory serves
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