Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I represent to the
Pencil is full of bullets
I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the begins to thicken
I to spitting like vintage Pac, demented
Demonic sinister, ever 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 be a shocking image
And I'm the of what a concrete chin is
'Cause no matter how many 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 a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, Nope
But I I offended you when I told ya how dope I am at this
And put emphasis on the "dope," so when come up
In that conversation of the dopest, better throw mine in it
And don't 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 in it, reload in no time
Let insults fly even sixty seconds that go by, so you know I it
In I was so shy, timid
Two of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Begging my mom for MacGregors cause they were new
St. de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no size fitted
But kissed old days, adios, I did it
They said I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that those guys
Now you fuckers don't wanna go starting no
'Cause you know I'll win it, name a flow that's more authentic, and don't

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
Don't front, you know I got you open,
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

in piece to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me
Molded my flow off of you, your flowing through me
I love you, Doody, you I feel so incomplete
I'm no king, no need for petals to be thrown at my feet
I'm a thorn in your side, get into a throne
watch the fucking tone that you speak, feel like I'm in the zone
I'm in a different league 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 wallow in
I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't say bon appetit
'Cause I don't know what to eat, fucking microphone or the
Bitch, mind works like mine
It's to the grindstone time, homes, your mind's blown
'Cause I rhyme I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Showcase
With Denaun screaming "Who the fuck 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 meet my match, I'mma strike that first
'Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real
The real rappers get their mothafuckin' cracking
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck
You like it? Suck a cock! Almost forgot
Before I with the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down
'Cause Rawkus didn't no offers, so mothafuck Loud
They jerked me around so up now?
Wow, how much of an asshole would I sound
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
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, used to catch a buzz, write
Now I the type of shit to make you wipe
But wear diapers you might leave a streak
I'm on a streak wipers couldn't wipe
It's hard to what cypher I might jump into tonight
'Cause I'm or something, needing someone or something is lighting
fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's like I already died once
I guess people only live twice, and it's funny
My days of being was so long ago, I lost my concept of money
But you dimes won't get a nickle from me
Oh shit, I'm on one knee
I'm having a stroke of genius, I'm coming to you, honey
From boy to man, it's still make a moan like a thyroid gland
I'm in category, man, don't put me up with them pop stars
I needed a pat on the back to get at a boy, band
No offense? Yes offense, precedents has set that'll never get met
finger pressed against Moby's nose
Shouts to Obie, the curtains on my show
(But never forget I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it)
You can't it, oh
Got a whole generation of rappers coming up that are nutty the flow
But convince me you've
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 stick a knife in me and turn
It'll be like my being Indian burned
Hah, bitch there isn't one, when you learn?
Never been if memory serves
I'd battle that 'til my own recollection these words

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