Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I to the fullest
Pencil is full of insolent
I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a
Mixed with a toxic, the plot to thicken
I to spitting like vintage Pac, demented
Demonic sinister, since the the Doc replenished me
The day he me that shot when I was just 'bout to quit
So to not see him with me would be a shocking
And I'm the definition of what a chin is
no matter how many times you sock me in it
And knock me to the canvas, even the critics
Know if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always have a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, cocky?
But I hope I you when I told ya how dope I am at this
And put emphasis on the "dope," so names come up
In that conversation of who's the dopest, better 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 fly even 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 K-Mart MacGregors cause they new
St. Vincent de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no 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 don't go starting no argument
you know I'll win it, name a flow that's more authentic, and don't front

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
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

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 at my feet
I'm a thorn in your side, get thrown a throne
Better watch the fucking tone that you speak, feel like I'm in the
I'm in a different league on my mothafuckin' own, it's just me
No can compete, and I've never been known to retreat
beef, beep-beep, follow trends or wallow 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 like
It's nose to the grindstone time, homes, your mind's
'Cause I rhyme like I'm 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 a hike
I ever meet my match, I'mma strike bitch first
'Cause on the mic I gotta the real rappers
The rappers get their mothafuckin' skills cracking
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the not?
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
They jerked me around so what's up
Wow, how much of an asshole I sound like
Rubbing it and holding some now, but don't front

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
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, used to catch a buzz, couldn't
Now I write the of shit to make you wipe
But wear diapers cause you might a streak
I'm on a windshield wipers couldn't wipe
It's hard to what cypher I might jump into tonight
'Cause I'm hyper or something, needing someone or something is
fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's like I already died once
I guess some people only live twice, and funny
My of being broke was so long ago, I lost my concept of money
But you dimes won't get a fucking from me
Oh shit, I'm on one knee
I'm having a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you,
From boy to man, it's still make a whore like a thyroid gland
I'm in another category, man, don't put me up with pop stars
I never a pat on the back to get at a boy, band
No offense? Yes offense, precedents has been set never get met
Middle pressed against Moby's nose
Shouts to Obie, the curtains on my show
(But never forget that I'm the one you wouldn't make it)
You take it, oh
Got a whole generation of rappers coming up are nutty with the flow
But convince me heard
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 disturbed, you might as well stick a knife in me and turn
It'll be like my skin being burned
Hah, bitch there isn't one, when you learn?
Never been served if serves
I'd battle that 'til my own recollection these words

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