Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I represent to the
Pencil is full of insolent
I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the begins to thicken
I begin to spitting like vintage Pac,
Demonic sinister, ever the the Doc replenished me
The day he gave me that shot when I was just 'bout to
So to not see him with me be a shocking image
And I'm the of what a concrete chin is
'Cause no matter how many times you me in it
And me to the canvas, even the boxing critics
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 told ya how I am at this
And put emphasis on the "dope," so names come up
In that conversation of who's the dopest, better throw in it
And mind me, while I remind you of the flow
You won't find anywhere, where it fires and I unload my pen
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 K-Mart MacGregors cause they new
St. Vincent de Paul, Pony's were used, and no size fitted
But kissed old days, adios, I did it
said I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that those guys mimic
Now you fuckers wanna go starting no argument
'Cause you know I'll win it, 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
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
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, spirit's flowing through me
I love you, Doody, without you I feel so
I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be at my feet
I'm a in your side, get thrown into 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 mothafuckin' own, it's me
No opponents can compete, and never been known to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, follow trends or in defeat
I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't say bon appetit
'Cause I don't what to eat, fucking microphone or the beat
Bitch, nobody's mind like mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, homes, mind's blown
'Cause I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony
With Denaun "Who the fuck passed you the mic?"
asked you like my shit from the get
I'd ask you to wipe my ass, bitch
You had you a nice run, now a hike
I meet my match, I'mma strike that bitch first
'Cause on the mic I gotta the real rappers
The real get their mothafuckin' skills cracking
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck
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 mothafuck
They jerked me around so what's up
Wow, how much of an asshole would I sound
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

Late at night, used to catch a buzz, couldn't
Now I write the of shit to make you wipe
But wear diapers cause you leave a streak
I'm on a windshield 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 people live twice, and it's funny
My days of broke was so long ago, I lost 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,
From boy to man, it's still make a moan like a thyroid gland
I'm in another category, man, don't put me up with pop stars
I never needed a pat on the back to get at a boy,
No offense? Yes offense, precedents has been set that'll get met
Middle finger against Moby's nose
to Obie, the curtains closed on my show
(But forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it)
You can't it, oh
Got a whole generation of rappers coming up that are nutty with the
But convince me heard
An MC since me who's this good with the fucking mincing of
Without mincing words that'll make you feel 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 you learn?
Never been served if serves
I'd battle that 'til my own recollection these words

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