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, Pitbull and a
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 shot when I was just 'bout to quit
So to not see him with me be a shocking image
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, even the critics
Know that if I get off to a rocky start, always have a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, cocky?
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 of who's the dopest, better throw mine in it
And don't mind me, 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 even sixty seconds go by, so you know I meant it
In I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, clothes, I 'member
Begging my mom for MacGregors cause they were new
St. Vincent de Paul, Pony's 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 mimic
Now you fuckers don't wanna go no argument
'Cause you know I'll win it, a flow that's more authentic, and don't front

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 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

Rest in to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me
my flow off of you, your spirit's flowing through me
I love you, Doody, without you I so incomplete
I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be thrown at my
I'm a thorn in your side, get thrown into a
Better watch the tone that you speak, feel like I'm in the zone
I'm in a whole different league on my own, it's just me
No can compete, and I've never been known to retreat
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 mind works like
It's nose to the grindstone time, homes, your mind's
'Cause I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony
Denaun screaming "Who the fuck passed 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 bitch
'Cause on the mic I represent the real rappers
The real get their mothafuckin' skills cracking
Word to and Dru-Ha, why the fuck not?
You don't like it? Suck a cock! forgot
Before I signed the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down
'Cause Rawkus make no offers, so mothafuck Loud
They me around so what's up now?
Wow, how much of an asshole would I sound
it and holding some grudge now, but 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
Don't front, you I got you open, kid
Yo why you frontin', you I got you open, kid

Late at night, used to a buzz, couldn't write
Now I write the of shit to make you wipe
But wear diapers cause you might a streak
I'm on a streak windshield couldn't wipe
It's hard to decipher what I might jump into tonight
'Cause I'm hyper or something, needing someone or is lighting
This fire under me, it's new life, it's like I already died once
I some people only 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 a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you, honey
From boy to man, it's still make a whore moan a thyroid gland
I'm in another category, man, put me up with them pop stars
I never needed a pat on the 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 on my show
(But never 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 with the flow
But convince me heard
An MC since me who's this good with the fucking of words
Without mincing words that'll you feel like I'm pinching a nerve
Whose mentally disturbed, you might as well a knife in me and turn
It'll be like my skin being Indian
Hah, bitch there isn't one, will you learn?
been served if memory 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