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 plot begins to
I begin to spitting like Pac, demented
Demonic sinister, ever since the the Doc me
The day he me that shot when I was just 'bout to quit
So to not see him me would be a shocking image
And I'm the of what a concrete chin is
no matter how many times you sock me in it
And knock me to the canvas, the boxing critics
Know if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always have a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, Nope
But I hope I offended you when I 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 don't mind me, while I 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 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 cause they were new
St. de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no size fitted
But them old days, adios, I did it
said I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that those guys mimic
Now you fuckers don't go starting no argument
'Cause you know I'll win it, name a 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
Don't front, you 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 lyrically me
Molded my off of you, your spirit's flowing through me
I love you, Doody, without you I feel so
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 fucking tone you speak, feel like I'm in the zone
I'm in a whole different league on my own, it's just me
No opponents can compete, and I've 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 know what to eat, fucking microphone or the beat
Bitch, nobody's mind like mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, homes, mind's blown
'Cause I rhyme like I'm trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Showcase
With screaming "Who the fuck passed you the mic?"
Never asked you like my shit the get
I'd rather ask you to my ass, bitch
You had you a nice run, now take a
I ever my match, I'mma strike that bitch first
on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers
The real rappers get mothafuckin' skills cracking
Word to and Dru-Ha, why the fuck not?
You don't like it? a cock! Almost forgot
Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Duck
Rawkus didn't make no offers, so mothafuck Loud
They jerked me around so what's up
Wow, how much of an asshole would I sound
Rubbing it and holding some grudge now, but don't

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, write
Now I write the type of shit to make you
But wear diapers cause you leave a streak
I'm on a streak wipers couldn't wipe
hard to decipher what cypher I might jump into tonight
'Cause I'm hyper or something, needing someone or something is
This fire me, it's breathing new life, it's like I already died once
I guess people only live twice, and it's 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 on one knee
I'm having a of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you, honey
From boy to man, it's still a whore moan like a thyroid gland
I'm in another category, man, don't put me up them pop stars
I needed a pat on the back to get at a boy, band
No Yes offense, precedents has been set that'll never get met
Middle finger pressed Moby's nose
Shouts to Obie, the curtains 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 convince me you've
An MC since me this good with the fucking mincing of words
Without mincing words that'll make you feel I'm pinching a nerve
Whose mentally disturbed, you might as well stick a knife in me and
It'll be like my skin being burned
Hah, bitch there isn't one, will you learn?
Never been served if memory
I'd battle that 'til my own remembers these words

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