Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I to the fullest
Pencil is of insolent bullets
I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a
with a toxic, the plot begins to thicken
I begin to spitting vintage Pac, demented
Demonic sinister, since the the Doc replenished me
The day he gave me that shot when I was 'bout to quit
So to not see him me would be a shocking image
And I'm the definition of a concrete chin is
'Cause no how many times you sock me in it
And me to the canvas, even the boxing critics
Know that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always have a Rocky
Eat me brocoli, spinach, Nope
But I hope I offended you when I ya how dope I am at this
And put on the "dope," so when names come up
In that of who's the dopest, better throw mine in it
And don't mind me, I remind you of the flow
You won't anywhere, where it fires and I unload my pen explodes
'Til there's no rhymes in it, reload in no
Let insults fly sixty seconds that go by, so you know I meant it
In I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Begging my mom for MacGregors cause they were new
St. Vincent de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no fitted
But kissed old days, adios, I did it
They said I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that those mimic
Now you fuckers don't wanna go no argument
'Cause you I'll win it, name a flow that's 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
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
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 through me
I love you, Doody, you I feel so incomplete
I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be at my feet
I'm a thorn in your side, get into a throne
Better watch the fucking tone that you speak, feel like I'm in the
I'm in a whole different league on my mothafuckin' own, just me
No opponents can compete, and never been known to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, trends or wallow in defeat
I'm hungry as fuck, but can't even say bon appetit
'Cause I know what to eat, fucking microphone or the beat
Bitch, nobody's mind like 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 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, strike that bitch first
'Cause on the mic I gotta the real rappers
The real rappers get mothafuckin' skills cracking
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the not?
You don't it? Suck a cock! Almost forgot
Before I signed with the Doc, I signed 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 holding some grudge now, but don't

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
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

Late at night, used to catch a buzz, write
Now I write the type of to make you wipe
But wear diapers cause you might a streak
I'm on a streak wipers couldn't wipe
It's hard to decipher what cypher I jump into tonight
'Cause I'm hyper or something, needing someone or something is
This fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's like I already once
I guess some people only twice, and it's funny
My days of being broke was so long ago, I lost my concept of
But you dimes won't get a fucking from me
Oh shit, I'm down on one
I'm having a stroke of genius, I'm coming to you, honey
From boy to man, it's still a whore moan like a thyroid gland
I'm in another category, man, don't put me up with them pop
I never needed a pat on the back to get at a boy,
No offense? Yes offense, precedents has set that'll never get met
Middle finger against Moby's nose
Shouts to Obie, the curtains closed on my
(But never forget that I'm the one you 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 of words
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 like my skin being Indian
Hah, there isn't one, when will you learn?
Never been served if memory
I'd battle that my own recollection remembers these words

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