Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I represent to the
is full 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 Pac, demented
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 a concrete chin 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 start, I'll always have a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, cocky?
But I hope I offended you when I told ya how I am at this
And put emphasis on the "dope," so 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, where it and I unload my pen explodes
'Til there's no rhymes in it, in no time
Let insults fly even sixty seconds that go by, so you know I it
In I was so shy, timid
Two of jeans I'd alternate, bummy 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 kissed old days, adios, I did it
They said I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that guys mimic
Now you fuckers don't go starting no argument
'Cause you know I'll win it, name a flow 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
front, you know I got you open, word
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

Rest in piece to Big Proof, you was a beast, you mirrored 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 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, like I'm in the zone
I'm in a different league on my mothafuckin' own, it's just me
No can compete, and I've never been known to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, follow or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as fuck, but even say bon appetit
I don't know what to eat, fucking microphone or the beat
Bitch, nobody's mind like mine
It's to the grindstone time, homes, your mind's blown
'Cause I rhyme I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Showcase
With Denaun screaming "Who the 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 a hike
I ever meet my match, I'mma strike that bitch
on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers
The real rappers get their mothafuckin' 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 with Duck Down
'Cause Rawkus didn't 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 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 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

Late at night, used to a buzz, couldn't write
Now I write the type of to make you wipe
But wear diapers you might leave a streak
I'm on a streak wipers couldn't wipe
It's hard to decipher cypher I might jump into tonight
'Cause I'm hyper or something, needing or something is lighting
This fire under me, it's breathing new life, like I already died once
I guess people only live twice, and it's funny
My days of being broke was so long ago, I lost my of money
But you won't get a fucking nickle from me
Oh shit, I'm down on one
I'm having a stroke of genius, 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 offense? Yes offense, precedents has been set never get met
Middle pressed against Moby's nose
to Obie, the curtains closed on my show
(But never forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't it)
You take it, oh
Got a whole of rappers coming up that are nutty with the flow
But convince me heard
An MC since me who's this with the fucking mincing of words
Without mincing words that'll make you feel like I'm pinching a
Whose disturbed, you might as well stick a knife in me and turn
It'll be like my being Indian burned
Hah, bitch there one, when will you learn?
Never been served if serves
I'd battle that 'til my own remembers these words

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