Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I represent to the
Pencil is of insolent bullets
I'm like a Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the plot to thicken
I begin to spitting like 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 what a chin is
'Cause no how many times you sock me in it
And me to the canvas, even the boxing critics
Know that if I get off to a start, I'll always have a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, Nope
But I hope I offended you when I told ya how dope I am at
And put emphasis on the "dope," so when come up
In that of who's the dopest, better throw mine in it
And don't mind me, while I you of the flow
You won't find anywhere, where it and I unload my pen explodes
'Til no rhymes in it, reload in no time
Let insults fly even sixty seconds go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy,
Two pairs of I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Begging my mom for MacGregors cause they were new
St. Vincent de Paul, Pony's were used, and no size fitted
But them old days, adios, I did it
said I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that those guys mimic
Now you don't wanna go starting no argument
'Cause you know 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 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

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 for rose petals 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, like I'm in the zone
I'm in a whole different on my mothafuckin' own, it's just me
No opponents can compete, and I've never been to retreat
beef, beep-beep, follow trends 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, mind works like mine
nose to the grindstone time, homes, your mind's blown
'Cause I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony
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 take a
I ever meet my match, strike that bitch first
'Cause on the mic I gotta the real rappers
The real get their mothafuckin' skills cracking
Word to and Dru-Ha, why the fuck not?
You don't it? Suck a cock! Almost forgot
Before I signed with the Doc, I almost with Duck Down
'Cause didn't make 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 grudge now, but don't front

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
front, you know I got you open, kid
Yo why you frontin', you I got you open, kid

Late at night, used to a buzz, couldn't write
Now I write the type of to make you wipe
But wear diapers you might leave a streak
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, needing someone or is lighting
This fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's like I died once
I some people only live twice, and it's funny
My days of being broke was so long ago, I lost my of money
But you dimes won't get a nickle from me
Oh shit, I'm down on one
I'm having a of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you, honey
From boy to man, it's still make a moan like a thyroid gland
I'm in another category, man, don't put me up them pop stars
I never a pat on the back to get at a boy, band
No offense? Yes offense, precedents has been set that'll get met
finger pressed against Moby's nose
Shouts to Obie, the curtains on my show
(But never forget that I'm the one you wouldn't make it)
You take it, oh
Got a whole generation of rappers coming up that are with the flow
But me you've heard
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 well stick a knife in me and
It'll be like my skin being burned
Hah, bitch there isn't one, when will you
Never served if memory serves
I'd battle that my own recollection remembers these words

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