Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I represent to the
is full of insolent bullets
I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a
Mixed with a toxic, the plot to thicken
I begin to spitting like vintage Pac,
sinister, ever since the the Doc replenished me
The day he gave me 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
no matter how many times you sock me in it
And knock me to the canvas, the boxing critics
Know that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll 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 when names up
In conversation of who's the dopest, better throw mine in it
And mind me, while I remind you of the flow
You won't anywhere, where it fires and I unload my pen explodes
'Til there's no rhymes in it, in no time
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, bummy clothes, I
Begging my mom for MacGregors cause they were new
St. Vincent de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no size
But them old days, adios, I did it
They said I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that those guys
Now you don't wanna go starting no argument
'Cause you know I'll win it, a flow that's more authentic, and 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,
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
Yo why you frontin', you I got you open, kid

Rest in to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me
Molded my flow off of you, your spirit's flowing me
I you, Doody, without you I feel so incomplete
I'm no king, no for rose petals to be thrown at my feet
I'm a in your side, get thrown into a throne
watch the fucking tone 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 can compete, and I've never been known to retreat
beef, beep-beep, follow trends or wallow in defeat
I'm hungry 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 mine
It's nose to the time, homes, your mind's blown
I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Showcase
With Denaun screaming "Who the fuck you the mic?"
Never asked you my shit from the get
I'd ask you to wipe my ass, bitch
You had you a nice run, now a hike
I ever meet my match, I'mma strike 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 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 no offers, so mothafuck Loud
They jerked me around so what's up
Wow, how of an asshole would I sound like
Rubbing it and holding some now, but 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,
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 a buzz, couldn't write
Now I the type of shit to make you wipe
But wear diapers you might leave a streak
I'm on a streak wipers couldn't wipe
It's hard to decipher what cypher I might into tonight
I'm hyper or something, needing someone or something is lighting
This fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's like I died once
I guess some people only live twice, and 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 on one knee
I'm having a stroke of genius, I'm coming to you, honey
From boy to man, it's still make a whore moan like a gland
I'm in category, man, don't put me up with them pop stars
I never 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 closed on my
(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 with the flow
But convince me you've
An MC since me this good with the fucking mincing of words
Without words that'll 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 like my skin Indian burned
Hah, bitch there isn't one, when will you
Never been served if memory
I'd battle that my own recollection remembers these words

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