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 Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the begins to thicken
I begin to spitting like Pac, demented
sinister, ever since the the Doc replenished me
The day he gave me that shot when I was just to quit
So to not see him with me be a shocking image
And I'm the definition of what a concrete is
'Cause no how many 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, I'll always a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, cocky?
But I I offended you when I told ya how dope I am at this
And put emphasis on the "dope," so names come up
In conversation of who's the dopest, better throw mine in it
And mind me, while I remind you of the flow
You won't anywhere, where it fires and I unload my pen explodes
there's no rhymes in it, reload in no time
Let insults fly sixty seconds that go by, so you know I meant it
In I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Begging my mom for K-Mart MacGregors they were new
St. Vincent de Paul, those were used, and no size fitted
But kissed old days, adios, I did it
They I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that those guys mimic
Now you fuckers don't wanna go starting no
'Cause you I'll 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
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

Rest in to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me
Molded my off of you, your spirit's flowing through me
I you, Doody, without you I feel so incomplete
I'm no king, no need for petals to be thrown at my feet
I'm a thorn in your side, get into a throne
Better watch the fucking tone that you speak, like I'm in the zone
I'm in a different league on my mothafuckin' own, it's just me
No opponents can compete, and I've never been known to
beef, beep-beep, follow trends or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't say bon appetit
'Cause I don't know what to eat, fucking microphone or the
Bitch, nobody's works like mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, homes, your blown
'Cause I rhyme I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Showcase
With Denaun screaming "Who the fuck you the mic?"
Never asked you like my shit 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 represent the real rappers
The real rappers get their skills cracking
to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck not?
You don't it? Suck a cock! Almost forgot
I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down
'Cause didn't make no offers, so mothafuck Loud
They me around so what's up now?
Wow, how of an asshole would I sound like
Rubbing it and some 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 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

Late at night, used to catch a buzz, write
Now I write the type of shit to make you
But wear diapers cause you might leave a
I'm on a streak windshield wipers wipe
It's hard to decipher what cypher I might into tonight
'Cause I'm hyper or something, someone or something is lighting
This fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's I already died once
I guess some people only live twice, and funny
My days of broke was so long ago, I lost my concept of money
But you dimes get a fucking nickle from me
Oh shit, I'm on one knee
I'm having a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you,
From boy to man, it's still make a whore moan like a thyroid
I'm in another category, man, don't put me up them pop stars
I never needed a pat on the to get at a boy, band
No offense? Yes offense, precedents has 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 wouldn't it)
You take it, oh
Got a whole of rappers coming up that are nutty with the flow
But convince me heard
An MC since me this 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 in me and turn
It'll be my skin being Indian burned
Hah, bitch there one, when will you learn?
Never been served if memory
I'd that 'til my own recollection remembers these words

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