Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I to the fullest
Pencil is full of insolent
I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a
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 'bout to quit
So to not see him with me would be a image
And I'm the definition of what a 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 rocky start, I'll have a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, cocky?
But I hope I offended you I told ya how dope I am at this
And put emphasis on the "dope," so when names 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 find anywhere, it fires and I unload my pen explodes
there's no rhymes in it, reload in no time
Let insults fly even 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 cause they new
St. Vincent de Paul, those were used, and no size fitted
But them old days, adios, I did it
They said I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that those guys
Now you fuckers don't wanna go no argument
you know I'll win it, name a flow that's more authentic, and don't front

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
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 piece to Big Proof, you was a beast, you mirrored me
Molded my flow off of you, your 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 side, get thrown into a throne
Better watch the tone that you speak, feel 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
From beef, beep-beep, follow trends or in defeat
I'm still hungry as fuck, but even say bon appetit
'Cause I don't know what to eat, microphone or the beat
Bitch, mind works 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 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 nice run, now take a
I ever meet my match, I'mma strike that first
on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers
The real rappers get their skills cracking
Word to and Dru-Ha, why the fuck not?
You don't like it? Suck a cock! forgot
Before I signed with the Doc, I signed with Duck Down
'Cause Rawkus didn't make no offers, so Loud
They jerked me so what's up now?
Wow, how of an asshole would I sound like
Rubbing it and holding some grudge now, but don't

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
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 to make you wipe
But wear diapers cause you might a streak
I'm on a streak wipers couldn't wipe
It's hard to decipher what cypher I might jump tonight
I'm hyper or something, needing someone or something is lighting
This fire me, it's breathing new life, it's like I already died once
I guess some people only twice, and it's funny
My days of being 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 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 category, man, don't put me up with them pop stars
I needed a pat on the back to get at a boy, band
No offense? Yes offense, precedents has been set that'll get met
finger pressed against Moby's nose
Shouts to Obie, the curtains closed on my
(But never forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't it)
You take it, oh
Got a whole generation of rappers coming up that are nutty with the
But me you've 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 disturbed, you might as well stick a knife in me and turn
It'll be like my skin Indian burned
Hah, bitch isn't one, when will you learn?
Never been served if memory
I'd battle that 'til my own recollection remembers words

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