Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I represent to the
is full of insolent bullets
I'm a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the plot begins to
I begin to spitting vintage Pac, demented
Demonic sinister, ever the the Doc replenished me
The day he gave me that shot when I was 'bout to quit
So to not see him with me would be a image
And I'm the definition of what a chin is
no matter how many times you sock me in it
And me to the canvas, even the boxing critics
that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always have 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 emphasis on the "dope," so when names up
In that conversation of who's the dopest, better throw in it
And don't mind me, I remind you of the flow
You find 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 pairs of jeans I'd alternate, clothes, I 'member
Begging my mom for K-Mart MacGregors they were new
St. Vincent de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no size
But kissed old days, adios, I did it
They said I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that those mimic
Now you don't wanna go starting no argument
'Cause you know I'll win it, name a 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
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

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, you I feel so incomplete
I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be thrown at my
I'm a thorn in your side, get into a throne
Better watch the tone that 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 never been known to
From beef, beep-beep, follow or wallow in defeat
I'm still as fuck, but can't even say bon appetit
'Cause I know what to eat, fucking microphone or the beat
Bitch, nobody's mind works like
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 from the get
I'd ask you to wipe my ass, bitch
You had you a nice run, now take a
I meet my match, I'mma strike that bitch first
'Cause on the mic I gotta represent the rappers
The real get their mothafuckin' skills cracking
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck
You don't like it? a cock! Almost forgot
Before I signed with the Doc, I signed with Duck Down
'Cause Rawkus make no offers, so mothafuck Loud
They jerked me so what's up now?
Wow, how much of an would I sound like
Rubbing it and holding grudge 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
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 a streak
I'm on a windshield wipers 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 under me, it's new life, it's like I already died once
I guess people only live twice, and it's funny
My days of being broke was so ago, I lost my concept of money
But you won't get a fucking nickle 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 moan like a thyroid
I'm in another category, man, don't put me up with them pop
I needed a pat on the back to get at a boy, band
No Yes offense, precedents has been set that'll never get met
Middle finger against Moby's nose
Shouts to Obie, the closed on my show
(But never forget that I'm the one you thought make it)
You can't 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 good with the fucking mincing of
Without mincing words make you feel like I'm pinching a nerve
Whose mentally disturbed, you might as well 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 'til my own recollection remembers these words

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