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 with a toxic, the plot to thicken
I begin to spitting vintage Pac, demented
sinister, ever since the the Doc replenished me
The day he gave me that shot when I was just to quit
So to not see him with me be a shocking image
And I'm the definition of a concrete chin is
'Cause no matter how many times you me in it
And knock me to the canvas, even the critics
Know that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, Nope
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, better mine in it
And don't mind me, I remind you of the flow
You won't find anywhere, it fires and I unload my pen explodes
'Til there's no in it, reload in no time
Let insults fly even sixty 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 K-Mart MacGregors cause they 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 wanna go starting no argument
'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
front, you know I got you open, kid
Yo why you frontin', you I got you open, kid

Rest in piece to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically 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 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, 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, trends or wallow in defeat
I'm still as fuck, but can't even say bon appetit
'Cause I don't know what to eat, microphone or the beat
Bitch, mind works like mine
It's to the grindstone time, homes, your mind's blown
'Cause I rhyme like I'm still to get signed, up in the Ebony Showcase
With Denaun "Who the fuck passed you the mic?"
Never asked you like my from 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 strike that bitch
'Cause on the mic I represent the real rappers
The real rappers get mothafuckin' skills 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 didn't make no offers, so mothafuck Loud
They me around so what's up now?
Wow, how of an asshole would I sound like
Rubbing it and 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 know I got you open,
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
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 shit to you wipe
But wear diapers cause you might leave a
I'm on a streak windshield couldn't wipe
It's hard to decipher what I might jump into tonight
'Cause I'm hyper or something, someone or something is lighting
This fire me, it's breathing new life, it's like I already died once
I some 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 fucking from me
Oh shit, I'm down on one
I'm having a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you,
From boy to man, still make a whore moan like a thyroid gland
I'm in category, man, don't put me up with them pop stars
I never needed a pat on the to get at a boy, band
No offense? Yes offense, precedents has set that'll never get met
Middle finger pressed Moby's nose
to Obie, the curtains closed on my show
(But forget 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 nutty the flow
But convince me heard
An MC since me who's this with the fucking mincing of words
Without words 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 one, when will you learn?
Never been served if serves
I'd that 'til my own recollection remembers these words

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