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, and a Rott'
Mixed a toxic, the plot begins to thicken
I begin to spitting like Pac, demented
Demonic sinister, since the the Doc replenished me
The day he gave me that when I was just 'bout to quit
So to not see him with me would be a shocking
And I'm the definition of what a chin is
'Cause no matter how many times you me in it
And knock me to the canvas, the boxing critics
Know that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always have a finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, Nope
But I I offended 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 who's the dopest, throw mine in it
And don't me, while I remind you of the flow
You won't find anywhere, where it fires and I unload my pen
'Til no rhymes in it, reload in no time
Let insults fly sixty seconds that go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy,
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, clothes, I 'member
my mom for K-Mart 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 guys mimic
Now you don't wanna go starting no argument
'Cause you know I'll win it, name a flow 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 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 flowing through me
I love you, Doody, without you I so incomplete
I'm no king, no need for rose to be thrown at my feet
I'm a in your side, get thrown into a throne
Better the fucking tone that you speak, feel like I'm in the zone
I'm in a whole league on my mothafuckin' own, it's just me
No opponents can compete, and I've been known to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, trends or wallow in defeat
I'm still as fuck, but can't even 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, your blown
'Cause I rhyme like I'm trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Showcase
With Denaun screaming "Who the passed you the mic?"
Never you like my shit from the get
I'd rather ask you to wipe my ass,
You had you a run, now take a hike
I ever my match, I'mma strike that bitch first
'Cause on the mic I gotta the real rappers
The real rappers get their skills cracking
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the not?
You like it? Suck a cock! Almost forgot
Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed Duck Down
'Cause Rawkus make no offers, so mothafuck Loud
They jerked me so what's up now?
Wow, how much of an asshole would I 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
Don't front, you I got you open, kid
front, you know 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

Late at night, used to catch a buzz, couldn't
Now I write the of shit to make you wipe
But diapers cause you might leave a streak
I'm on a streak windshield wipers couldn't
It's hard to decipher what cypher I might jump tonight
'Cause I'm hyper or something, someone or something is lighting
This fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's like I already once
I guess some people only live twice, and funny
My days of being broke was so ago, I lost my concept of money
But you dimes won't get a nickle from me
Oh shit, I'm down on one
I'm having a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm to you, honey
From boy to man, it's make a whore moan like a thyroid gland
I'm in another category, man, put me up with them pop stars
I never needed a pat on the back to get at a boy,
No offense? Yes offense, has been set that'll never get met
Middle 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 up that are nutty with the flow
But me you've heard
An MC since me who's good with the fucking mincing of words
Without mincing words make you feel like I'm pinching a nerve
Whose mentally disturbed, you might as well stick a knife in me and
It'll be my skin being Indian burned
Hah, bitch there one, when will you learn?
Never been if memory serves
I'd battle that 'til my own recollection these words

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