Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I to the fullest
Pencil is full of bullets
I'm like a 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 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 definition of a concrete chin is
'Cause no matter how 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 finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, cocky?
But I I offended 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, throw mine in it
And don't mind me, while I remind you of the
You won't find anywhere, where it and I unload my pen explodes
there's no rhymes in it, reload in no time
Let insults fly sixty seconds that go by, so you know I meant it
In I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I
Begging my mom for K-Mart MacGregors 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 those guys mimic
Now you fuckers wanna 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
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

in piece to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me
Molded my off of you, your spirit's flowing through me
I love you, Doody, without you I feel so
I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be thrown at my
I'm a thorn in your side, get thrown a throne
Better watch the fucking tone that you speak, feel I'm in the zone
I'm in a different league on my mothafuckin' own, it's just me
No opponents can compete, and never been known to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, follow or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't even say bon
'Cause I don't know what to eat, fucking microphone or the
Bitch, nobody's mind like mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, homes, mind's blown
'Cause I rhyme I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Showcase
With Denaun screaming "Who the passed you the mic?"
Never asked you like my shit the get
I'd rather ask you to wipe my ass,
You had you a nice run, now a hike
I meet my match, I'mma strike that bitch first
'Cause on the mic I gotta represent the rappers
The real rappers get their skills cracking
Word to and Dru-Ha, why the fuck not?
You don't like it? Suck a cock! Almost
Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Duck
'Cause Rawkus didn't make no offers, so mothafuck
They jerked me so what's up now?
Wow, how much of an asshole would I 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
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

at night, used to catch a buzz, couldn't write
Now I the type of shit to make 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 cypher I might jump tonight
'Cause I'm hyper or something, needing someone or something is
This fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's I already died once
I some people only live 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 on one knee
I'm having a stroke of genius, I'm coming to you, honey
From boy to man, it's make a whore moan like a thyroid gland
I'm in another category, man, put me up with them pop stars
I never needed a pat on the back to get at a boy,
No offense? Yes offense, has been set that'll never get met
Middle finger pressed Moby's nose
to Obie, the curtains closed on my show
(But never forget that I'm the one you thought make it)
You can't it, oh
Got a generation of rappers coming up that are nutty with the flow
But me you've heard
An MC since me who's this good with the fucking of words
mincing 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
be like my skin being Indian burned
Hah, bitch there isn't one, when you learn?
been served if memory serves
I'd battle that 'til my own recollection remembers words

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