Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I to the fullest
is full of insolent bullets
I'm a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed a toxic, the plot 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 when I was 'bout to quit
So to not see him with me would be a shocking
And I'm the of what a concrete chin is
'Cause no matter how times you sock 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, Nope
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, better mine in it
And don't mind me, while I 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 fly even sixty seconds that go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy,
Two of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Begging my mom for K-Mart MacGregors 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 fuckers don't wanna go starting no
'Cause you know I'll win it, name a flow that's more authentic, and don't

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 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

Rest in to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me
Molded my flow off of you, spirit's flowing through 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 thorn in your side, get thrown a throne
Better watch the fucking tone that you speak, 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 to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, follow or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as fuck, but even say bon appetit
'Cause I don't know what to eat, fucking or the beat
Bitch, nobody's works like 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 passed 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 rappers get their mothafuckin' skills
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the not?
You don't like it? a cock! Almost forgot
Before I with the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down
'Cause Rawkus didn't no offers, so mothafuck Loud
They jerked me around so what's up
Wow, how much of an asshole would I sound
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
front, you know 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

at night, used to catch a buzz, couldn't write
Now I write the of shit to make you wipe
But wear cause you might leave a streak
I'm on a streak wipers couldn't wipe
hard to decipher what cypher I might jump into tonight
'Cause I'm hyper or something, needing someone or is lighting
This fire me, it's breathing new life, it's like I already died once
I guess some people only live twice, and funny
My days of being broke was so long ago, I my concept of money
But you won't 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,
boy to man, it's 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 back to get at a boy,
No Yes offense, precedents has been set that'll never get met
finger pressed against Moby's nose
Shouts to Obie, the closed on my show
(But never forget that I'm the one you thought 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 mincing words that'll make you feel like I'm a nerve
Whose mentally disturbed, you might as stick a knife in me and turn
It'll be like my skin Indian burned
Hah, bitch there isn't one, when you learn?
been served if memory serves
I'd battle that my own recollection remembers these words

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