Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I represent to the
Pencil is of insolent bullets
I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the begins to thicken
I begin to spitting like Pac, demented
Demonic sinister, since 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 definition of a concrete chin is
'Cause no matter how times you sock me in it
And me to the canvas, even the boxing critics
Know that if I get off to a rocky start, always have a Rocky finish
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 who's the dopest, better throw in it
And don't mind me, while I remind you of the
You won't find anywhere, where it fires and I my pen explodes
'Til no rhymes in it, reload in no time
Let fly even 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
Begging my mom for K-Mart cause they were new
St. Vincent de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no fitted
But them old days, adios, I did it
They I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that those guys 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

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 know I got you open,
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
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 rose petals to be 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 different league on my mothafuckin' own, it's just me
No opponents can compete, and never been known to retreat
beef, beep-beep, follow trends 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
It's nose to the grindstone time, homes, your blown
'Cause I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Showcase
With Denaun screaming "Who the fuck you the mic?"
Never asked you my shit from the get
I'd rather ask you to wipe my ass,
You had you a nice run, now take a
I ever meet my match, I'mma strike that first
'Cause on the mic I gotta the real rappers
The real rappers get their skills cracking
to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck not?
You don't like it? a cock! Almost forgot
Before I signed with the Doc, I almost with Duck Down
'Cause didn't make no offers, so mothafuck Loud
They jerked me around so 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
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 wear diapers you might leave a streak
I'm on a streak wipers couldn't wipe
It's hard to what cypher I might jump into tonight
'Cause I'm hyper or something, needing someone or is lighting
This fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's I already died once
I guess some people 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 of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you, honey
From boy to man, it's still make a whore moan like a gland
I'm in another category, man, don't put me up with pop stars
I never needed a pat on the to get at a boy, band
No Yes offense, precedents has been set that'll never get met
Middle finger pressed against Moby's
Shouts to Obie, the closed on my show
(But never forget that I'm the one you wouldn't make it)
You can't it, oh
Got a whole generation of coming up that are nutty with the flow
But me you've heard
An MC me who's this good with the fucking mincing of words
Without words that'll make you feel like I'm pinching a nerve
mentally disturbed, you might as well stick a knife in me and turn
It'll be my skin being Indian burned
Hah, bitch there isn't one, will you learn?
Never served if memory serves
I'd battle that 'til my own recollection remembers words

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