Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I represent to the
Pencil is full of bullets
I'm a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the plot to thicken
I begin to spitting like vintage Pac,
Demonic sinister, ever the the Doc replenished me
The day he gave me that shot I was just 'bout to quit
So to not see him with me would be a shocking
And I'm the of what a concrete 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 always a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, cocky?
But I hope I offended you when I ya how dope I am at this
And put emphasis on the "dope," so when names up
In that conversation of who's the dopest, better 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 fly even sixty seconds that go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy,
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I
Begging my mom for K-Mart MacGregors cause were new
St. de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no size fitted
But kissed 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
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
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 mirrored me
my flow 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 rose petals to be at my feet
I'm a in your side, get thrown into a throne
Better watch the fucking tone that you speak, feel I'm in the zone
I'm in a whole different on my mothafuckin' own, it's just me
No can compete, and I've never been known to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, trends or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't say bon appetit
'Cause I don't what to eat, fucking microphone or the beat
Bitch, mind works like mine
It's to the grindstone time, homes, your mind's blown
'Cause I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Showcase
With screaming "Who the fuck passed you the mic?"
Never you like my shit from the get
I'd ask you to wipe my ass, bitch
You had you a run, now take a hike
I ever meet my match, I'mma strike bitch first
'Cause on the mic I gotta the real rappers
The real rappers get mothafuckin' skills cracking
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck
You don't like it? Suck a cock! Almost
Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed Duck Down
'Cause didn't make no offers, so mothafuck Loud
They jerked me around so what's up
Wow, how of an asshole would I sound like
Rubbing it and holding some grudge now, but 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 know I got you open,
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

at night, used to catch a buzz, couldn't write
Now I write the type of shit to you wipe
But diapers cause you might leave a streak
I'm on a streak windshield couldn't wipe
It's to decipher what cypher I might jump into tonight
'Cause I'm hyper or something, needing someone or is lighting
This fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's like I died once
I some people only live twice, and it's funny
My days of being broke was so long ago, I lost my 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 with them pop
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 against Moby's
to Obie, the curtains closed on my show
(But never forget that I'm the one you wouldn't make it)
You can't it, oh
Got a whole generation of rappers coming up that are nutty with the
But convince me heard
An MC since me who's this good with the mincing of words
Without mincing that'll make 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?
Never been served if memory
I'd battle that 'til my own recollection remembers these

You know I got you open kid, fronting
You know I got you open, Life