Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I to the fullest
Pencil is full of insolent
I'm a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the begins to thicken
I begin to like vintage Pac, demented
sinister, ever since the the Doc replenished me
The day he gave me that shot I was just 'bout to quit
So to not see him me would be a shocking image
And I'm the definition of a concrete chin is
'Cause no how many times you sock me in it
And knock me to the canvas, even the boxing
Know that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always have a Rocky
Eat me brocoli, spinach, Nope
But I hope I you when I told ya how dope I am at this
And put on the "dope," so when names come up
In that conversation of the dopest, better 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, in no time
Let insults fly even sixty seconds that go by, so you know I it
In school I was so shy,
Two pairs of I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Begging my mom for K-Mart MacGregors cause were new
St. Vincent de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no fitted
But them old days, adios, I did it
They said I was a gimmick, now I'm the one 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
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

in piece to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me
Molded my flow off of you, your spirit's flowing me
I love you, Doody, you I feel so incomplete
I'm no king, no need for petals to be thrown at my feet
I'm a thorn in side, get thrown into a throne
Better watch the fucking tone that you speak, feel I'm in the zone
I'm in a whole different league on my mothafuckin' own, just me
No opponents can compete, and I've been known to retreat
beef, beep-beep, follow trends or wallow in defeat
I'm still 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 like
It's to the grindstone time, homes, your mind's blown
'Cause I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Showcase
Denaun screaming "Who the fuck passed you the mic?"
Never you like my shit from the get
I'd rather ask you to my ass, bitch
You had you a nice run, now a hike
I ever meet my match, strike that bitch first
'Cause on the mic I gotta represent the rappers
The real rappers get their mothafuckin' cracking
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck
You don't like it? Suck a cock! Almost
Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Duck
'Cause Rawkus didn't make no offers, so Loud
jerked me around so what's up now?
Wow, how much of an asshole 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 I got you open, word
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

at night, used to catch a buzz, couldn't write
Now I write the type of to make you wipe
But wear diapers cause you might leave a
I'm on a streak wipers couldn't wipe
It's hard to decipher what cypher I jump into tonight
'Cause I'm or something, needing someone or something is lighting
This fire under me, it's new life, it's like I already died once
I guess some only live twice, and it's funny
My of being broke was so long ago, I lost my concept of money
But you dimes get a fucking nickle from me
Oh shit, I'm down on one
I'm having a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you,
From boy to man, still make a whore moan like a thyroid gland
I'm in another category, man, don't put me up with them pop
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 Moby's nose
Shouts to Obie, the curtains 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 you've
An MC me who's this good with the fucking mincing of words
Without mincing words that'll make you feel like I'm pinching a
Whose mentally disturbed, you as well stick a knife in me and turn
be like my skin being Indian 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 I got you open kid, stop fronting
You know I got you open, Word