Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I to the fullest
Pencil is of insolent bullets
I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a
Mixed with a toxic, the plot to thicken
I begin to spitting like vintage Pac,
Demonic sinister, ever since the the Doc me
The day he gave me that shot when I was just to quit
So to not see him with me would be a shocking
And I'm the definition of what a concrete is
'Cause no matter how many you sock 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 have a Rocky
Eat me brocoli, spinach, cocky?
But I hope I offended you I told ya how dope I am at this
And put on the "dope," so when names come up
In that conversation of the dopest, better throw mine in it
And don't mind me, while I remind you of the
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 sixty seconds that go by, so you 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. Vincent de Paul, those Pony's 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 don't wanna go starting no argument
'Cause you know I'll win it, name a flow that's more authentic, and 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
Don't front, you I got you open, word
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 lyrically me
Molded my flow off of you, your spirit's 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 in your side, get thrown into a throne
watch the fucking tone that you speak, feel like I'm in the zone
I'm in a whole different league on my mothafuckin' own, just me
No opponents can compete, and I've never known to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, trends or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't even say bon
'Cause I don't what to eat, fucking microphone or the beat
Bitch, nobody's mind like mine
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
With Denaun screaming "Who the passed you the mic?"
asked 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 that bitch first
'Cause on the mic I represent the real rappers
The real rappers get their mothafuckin' cracking
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck
You don't it? Suck a cock! Almost forgot
Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Duck
'Cause 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 front

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
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 the type of shit to make you wipe
But wear diapers cause you might a streak
I'm on a streak windshield wipers couldn't
It's hard to what cypher I might jump into tonight
'Cause I'm hyper or something, needing or something is lighting
This fire me, it's breathing new life, it's like I already died once
I guess some 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 on one knee
I'm having a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm to you, honey
From boy to man, still make a whore moan like a thyroid gland
I'm in another category, man, don't put me up them pop stars
I never needed a pat on the back to get at a boy,
No offense? Yes offense, precedents has been set never get met
Middle pressed against Moby's nose
Shouts to Obie, the curtains on my show
(But never forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't it)
You take it, oh
Got a generation of rappers coming up that are nutty with the flow
But convince me you've
An MC since me who's this good with the fucking of words
Without mincing words that'll make you feel like I'm a nerve
Whose mentally disturbed, you as well stick a knife in me and turn
It'll be like my skin Indian burned
Hah, bitch there isn't one, when will you
Never served if memory serves
I'd that 'til my own recollection remembers these words

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