Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I to the fullest
Pencil is full of insolent
I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a
with a toxic, the plot begins to thicken
I to spitting like vintage 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 with me would be a image
And I'm the of what a concrete chin is
'Cause no matter how many you sock me in it
And knock me to the canvas, the boxing critics
Know that if I get off to a rocky start, always have a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, cocky?
But I I offended you when I told ya how dope I am at this
And put emphasis on the "dope," so when come up
In conversation of who's the dopest, better throw mine in it
And don't mind me, while I remind you of the
You won't anywhere, where it fires and I unload my pen explodes
'Til 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
my mom for K-Mart MacGregors cause they were new
St. Vincent de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no 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 fuckers wanna 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
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

in piece to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically mirrored 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 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
beef, beep-beep, follow trends or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't even say bon
'Cause I know what to eat, fucking microphone or the beat
Bitch, nobody's 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 Denaun "Who the fuck passed you the mic?"
asked you like my shit from the get
I'd rather ask you to wipe my ass,
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 their mothafuckin' skills
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the not?
You don't like it? Suck a cock! Almost
Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Down
'Cause Rawkus didn't make no offers, so Loud
They me around so what's up now?
Wow, how of an asshole would I sound like
Rubbing it and holding some grudge now, but front

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
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, couldn't
Now I write the of shit to make you wipe
But wear diapers you might leave a streak
I'm on a streak windshield couldn't wipe
It's hard to decipher what cypher I might jump tonight
I'm hyper or something, needing someone or something is lighting
This fire under me, breathing new life, it's like I already died once
I guess some people only live twice, and it's
My days of being was so long ago, I lost my concept of money
But you won't get a fucking nickle from me
Oh shit, I'm down on one
I'm having a of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you, honey
From boy to man, it's still make a moan like a thyroid gland
I'm in another category, man, don't put me up with pop stars
I needed a pat on the back to get at a boy, band
No offense? Yes offense, precedents has been set that'll get met
Middle finger against Moby's nose
Shouts to Obie, the curtains closed on my
(But never forget that I'm the one you thought 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 with the fucking mincing of words
Without words that'll make you feel like 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 one, when will you learn?
Never been served if memory
I'd battle that 'til my own recollection these words

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