Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I to the fullest
Pencil is full of 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 that shot I was just 'bout to quit
So to not see him with me would be a 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 boxing
Know that if I get off to a rocky start, 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 when names up
In that conversation of the dopest, better throw mine in it
And mind me, while I remind you of the flow
You find anywhere, where it fires and I unload my pen explodes
there's no rhymes in it, reload in no time
Let insults fly even sixty seconds that go by, so you I meant it
In school I was so shy,
Two of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Begging my mom for MacGregors cause they were new
St. Vincent de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no fitted
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 flow that's 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 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 piece to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically me
Molded my flow off of you, your flowing through me
I you, Doody, without you I feel 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 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 mothafuckin' own, it's me
No opponents can compete, and I've been known to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, follow or wallow in defeat
I'm hungry as fuck, but can't even say bon appetit
'Cause I don't know to eat, fucking microphone or the beat
Bitch, nobody's mind works mine
nose to the grindstone time, homes, your mind's blown
'Cause I like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Showcase
Denaun screaming "Who the fuck 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 a hike
I meet my match, I'mma strike that bitch first
on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers
The real rappers get their skills cracking
to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck not?
You like it? Suck a cock! Almost forgot
Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Down
'Cause Rawkus didn't make no offers, so Loud
They jerked me so what's up now?
Wow, how of an asshole 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
Don't front, you I got you open, word
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

Late at night, used to catch a buzz, write
Now I write the type of shit to make you
But wear diapers cause you might leave a
I'm on a windshield wipers couldn't wipe
It's hard to decipher what cypher I might jump into
I'm hyper or something, needing someone or something is lighting
This under 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 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, I'm coming to you, honey
From boy to man, it's make a whore moan like a thyroid 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 offense? Yes offense, precedents has been set that'll get met
Middle finger pressed against nose
Shouts to Obie, the closed on my show
(But never forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't it)
You can't it, oh
Got a whole generation of coming up that are nutty with the flow
But convince me heard
An MC since me who's this good with the fucking of words
Without mincing words that'll make you feel like I'm pinching a
Whose mentally disturbed, you might as well stick a knife in me and
It'll be like my being Indian burned
Hah, bitch there isn't one, will you learn?
Never been served if memory
I'd battle that 'til my own recollection these words

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