Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I to the fullest
is full of insolent bullets
I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the plot begins to
I begin to like vintage Pac, demented
Demonic sinister, 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 would be a shocking
And I'm the definition of what a concrete is
'Cause no matter how many times you me in it
And knock me to the canvas, even the boxing
Know that if I get off to a start, I'll always have a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, cocky?
But I hope I offended you when I 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 fires and I my pen explodes
'Til no rhymes in it, reload in no time
Let insults fly even sixty 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 cause they new
St. de Paul, those 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 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
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

Rest in piece to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically me
Molded my flow off of you, your spirit's flowing me
I love you, Doody, without you I feel so
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 that you speak, feel like I'm in the zone
I'm in a whole different league on my own, it's just me
No opponents can compete, and I've never been known to
From beef, beep-beep, trends or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't even say bon
'Cause I don't know to eat, fucking microphone or the beat
Bitch, mind works like mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, homes, your blown
'Cause I rhyme like I'm 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 rather ask you to my ass, bitch
You had you a nice run, now take a
I ever meet my match, I'mma strike bitch first
'Cause on the mic I gotta represent the rappers
The rappers get their mothafuckin' skills cracking
Word to and Dru-Ha, why the fuck not?
You like it? Suck a cock! Almost forgot
Before I signed with the Doc, I signed with Duck Down
'Cause Rawkus 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 holding some grudge now, but don't

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
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, write
Now I write the type of to make you wipe
But wear diapers cause you might a streak
I'm on a streak windshield wipers couldn't
It's hard to what cypher I might jump into tonight
'Cause I'm or something, needing someone or something is lighting
This fire under me, it's breathing new life, like I already died once
I guess some people only live twice, and funny
My days of being broke was so ago, I lost my concept of money
But you dimes won't get a fucking nickle 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 like a thyroid gland
I'm in category, man, don't put me up with them pop stars
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 pressed against Moby's
Shouts to Obie, the curtains on my show
(But never forget that I'm the one you wouldn't make it)
You can't it, oh
Got a whole generation of rappers coming up that are nutty the flow
But me you've heard
An MC since me who's this good with the mincing of words
Without mincing words make you feel like I'm pinching a nerve
Whose mentally disturbed, you might as well stick a in me and turn
It'll be my skin being Indian burned
Hah, bitch there isn't one, when you learn?
Never served if memory serves
I'd battle that 'til my own recollection remembers words

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