Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I represent to the
Pencil is of insolent bullets
I'm like a Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the begins to thicken
I begin to spitting like vintage Pac,
Demonic sinister, ever since the the Doc me
The day he gave me shot when I was just 'bout to quit
So to not see him with me be a shocking image
And I'm the definition of what a concrete is
'Cause no matter how times you sock me in it
And me to the canvas, even 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 names up
In that conversation of who's the dopest, better throw 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 no rhymes in it, reload in no time
Let insults fly even sixty 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 size
But kissed old days, adios, I did it
They said I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that guys mimic
Now you don't wanna go starting no argument
'Cause you know win it, name a flow 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
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
Don't front, you I got you open, kid
Yo why you frontin', you I got you open, kid

Rest in to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me
Molded my flow off of you, your spirit's flowing me
I love you, Doody, without you I 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
Better watch the fucking that you speak, feel like I'm in the zone
I'm in a whole different on my mothafuckin' own, it's just me
No opponents can compete, and I've never been known to
From beef, beep-beep, follow trends or in defeat
I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't even say bon
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 like I'm still to get signed, up in the Ebony Showcase
Denaun screaming "Who the fuck passed you the mic?"
Never 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 that bitch first
'Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real
The real rappers get mothafuckin' skills cracking
Word to and Dru-Ha, why the fuck not?
You don't it? Suck a cock! Almost forgot
Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Down
Rawkus didn't make no offers, so mothafuck Loud
They me around so what's up now?
Wow, how much of an asshole I sound like
Rubbing it and some grudge now, but don't front

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
Don't front, you know I got you open,
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 a buzz, couldn't write
Now I write the type of to make you wipe
But wear cause you might leave a streak
I'm on a streak windshield couldn't wipe
It's hard to 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 guess some people only live twice, and funny
My days of being broke was so long ago, I my concept of money
But you dimes won't get a fucking nickle 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 whore moan like a thyroid
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 never get met
Middle finger pressed against Moby's
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 whole generation of rappers coming up that are with the flow
But convince me heard
An MC me who's this good with the fucking mincing of words
Without mincing words make you feel like I'm pinching a nerve
Whose disturbed, you might as well stick a knife in me and turn
be like my skin being Indian burned
Hah, bitch there isn't one, when will you
been served if memory serves
I'd battle that 'til my own recollection remembers words

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