Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Front on Me

Ah, yeah, yes,
Uh, come on, this is what I
It's that Pete Rock and C.L. stuff
Uh huh, yeah, can't understand
You know I'm about to drop a funky beat on you this

Hit the war drums that vibrate the earth
Here my people and I come, wake up the chief
Not a frail ghost, C.L.'ll wreck the most
'Cuz the land never had a Leo Africanos

The Sudanian, master of the
And if it's lovely I'm the one Skypagin'
Lower than the Man, R and B, you're silly
The only male hardcore crusin' through my

Rise to the supernova, like Bola
Heavy hitter I consider leanin' on my shoulder
Measure a yardstick, thick at arithmetic
You add it up and I roast a pick flick

Hit the and then I'm gone as the funk lingers on
I don't publicize here to keep the black torn
But steady at an altitude where you get the mental
Not to be rude, a fresh pot brewed

Oh, what a web we weave we practice to deceive
Sparkin' off a up the sleave
Pete stocked the bedrock, listen and see
And I'm sure you will agree you front on me

Yo, you can't
It's that, c'mon, yeah
Yes, you know I got to
You front
I'm you now
C.L. Smooth and the Rock,

Many what was locked in a tomb
That I gradually groomed, coming out now like perfume
So take a whiff when I wrap a gift, play ya a gospel
A apostle, collosal

Afro, a cut me like a fade with a
Sport a head, but never needed Hair Club for Men
Drop a SCUD, fully-capable, a form in a
Skips to backflips as it leaves my lips

Suave know, I can make the funk the habit
Kick the old 45 and I can on static
Welcome to the Brahma Don, to Mecca Don
A prayer for the parish, Soucron

'Cuz ain't no when they manage what you're cravin'
Put the "Anger in the Nation" on your
that fills the whole circumference
And black people in a mass abundance

To Gabriel's horn, blow it like a Naiji
the flavor unit with the top priority?
C.L., with the clip full
Impossibly, the posse can't on me

Don't you dare
Don't you front
Not on me
I'm the man
C.L.'s the
Right on
on, my brother
Come on, another verse for me

You desire the for the entire empire
organizer of the earth, wind, and fire
C.L. and Rock unlock the hard rock
Many to mock and the honey-dips clock

Intercontinental for the
coincidental, rough on a rental
Count all the numeric
Pro-prosthetic if ya let it resurrect the

The brother on the cover, yes, a not a singer
If you him, point with your index finger
Shock flock when I hit the block
God or Devil on the set that's level, labeled as a

In retrospect I detect those
And reflect the power project
Supreme 'cuz I chose to blaspheme
Going to the extreme, place it on a very beam

And drop jewels for thousand fools who stampede
'Cuz the proper stopper's what ya need
So and get a taste of the dynamic duo
And I'm sure you will agree you can't on me

You front, boy
'Cuz the skilled fools
We'z are the
The funk
We no joke
Comin' out to
Ah, yeah, the funk track
it, P.