Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I represent to the
Pencil is full of insolent
I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a
with a toxic, the plot begins to thicken
I begin to like vintage Pac, demented
Demonic sinister, ever the the Doc replenished me
The day he gave me that shot when I was just 'bout to
So to not see him with me would be a shocking
And I'm the definition of what a chin is
'Cause no how many times you sock me in it
And knock me to the canvas, the boxing critics
Know that if I get off to a rocky start, always have a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, cocky?
But I hope I offended you when I told ya how I am at this
And put on the "dope," so when names come up
In that conversation of who's the dopest, throw mine in it
And mind me, while 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 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 were new
St. de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no size fitted
But them old days, adios, I did it
They said I was a gimmick, now I'm the one those guys mimic
Now you fuckers wanna go starting no argument
'Cause you know I'll win it, 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
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 love you, Doody, without you I 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 you speak, feel like 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 been known to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, follow trends or wallow in
I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't even say bon
'Cause I don't what to eat, fucking microphone or the beat
Bitch, nobody's works 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 passed you the mic?"
Never you like 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 my match, I'mma strike that bitch first
on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers
The real rappers get mothafuckin' skills cracking
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the not?
You don't like it? a cock! Almost forgot
I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down
'Cause didn't make no offers, so mothafuck Loud
They jerked me so what's up now?
Wow, how much of an asshole 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
front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you I got you open, word
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
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 you wipe
But wear diapers cause you might leave a
I'm on a streak windshield wipers couldn't
It's hard to decipher what cypher I might jump tonight
'Cause I'm hyper or something, needing someone or is lighting
fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's like I already died once
I guess some people only twice, and it's funny
My days of being broke was so long ago, I lost my of money
But you won't get a fucking nickle from me
Oh shit, I'm on one knee
I'm a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you, honey
boy to man, it's still make a whore moan like a thyroid gland
I'm in another category, man, don't put me up with them pop
I never a pat on the back to get at a boy, band
No offense? Yes offense, has been set that'll never get met
Middle finger pressed against Moby's
Shouts to Obie, the closed 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 rappers coming up that are with the flow
But me you've heard
An MC since me who's this good the fucking mincing of words
Without mincing words make you feel like I'm pinching a nerve
mentally disturbed, you might as well stick a knife in me and turn
It'll be like my skin being burned
Hah, there isn't one, when will you learn?
been served if memory serves
I'd battle that 'til my own recollection remembers these

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