Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I represent to the
Pencil is of insolent bullets
I'm a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the begins to thicken
I begin to like vintage Pac, demented
Demonic sinister, ever since the the Doc me
The day he gave me shot when I was just 'bout to quit
So to not see him me would be a shocking image
And I'm the definition of what a concrete is
'Cause no matter how many you sock 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 have a finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, cocky?
But I hope I offended you I told ya how dope I am at this
And put emphasis on the "dope," so when names 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
'Til there's no rhymes in it, reload in no
Let insults fly sixty 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
my mom for K-Mart 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 go starting no argument
'Cause you know I'll win it, name a flow that's authentic, and 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 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

Rest in piece to Big Proof, you was a beast, you mirrored me
Molded my flow off of you, your spirit's through me
I love you, Doody, without you I so incomplete
I'm no king, no need for rose to be thrown at my feet
I'm a thorn in your side, get thrown into a
Better watch the fucking tone that you speak, feel like I'm in the
I'm in a whole different league on my own, it's just me
No opponents can compete, and I've been known to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, follow or wallow in defeat
I'm still as fuck, but can't even say bon appetit
'Cause I don't what to eat, fucking microphone or the beat
Bitch, nobody's mind works mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, homes, mind's blown
I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Showcase
With Denaun "Who the fuck 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 run, now take a hike
I ever my match, I'mma strike that bitch first
on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers
The real get their mothafuckin' skills cracking
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the not?
You don't like it? Suck a cock! Almost
I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down
'Cause Rawkus didn't no offers, so mothafuck Loud
They me around so what's up now?
Wow, how much of an asshole I sound like
Rubbing it and holding some grudge now, but 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
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

Late at night, used to catch a buzz, couldn't
Now I write the type of to make you wipe
But wear diapers cause you might leave a
I'm on a windshield wipers couldn't wipe
It's hard to decipher cypher I might jump into tonight
'Cause I'm hyper or something, needing someone or 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 broke was so long ago, I lost my concept of
But you dimes get a fucking nickle from me
Oh shit, I'm on one knee
I'm having a of genius, Elizabeth 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 to get at a boy, band
No offense? Yes offense, precedents has been set that'll get met
Middle finger pressed against Moby's
Shouts to Obie, the closed on my show
(But never that 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 heard
An MC since me who's this good with the mincing of words
Without mincing words that'll make you feel I'm pinching a nerve
Whose mentally disturbed, you as well stick a knife in me and turn
It'll be like my skin Indian burned
Hah, bitch there isn't one, when you learn?
Never been served if memory
I'd battle 'til my own recollection remembers these words

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