Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I represent to the
Pencil is of insolent bullets
I'm a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
with a toxic, the plot begins to thicken
I begin to like vintage Pac, demented
sinister, ever since the the Doc replenished 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 chin is
'Cause no how many times you sock me in it
And me to the canvas, even the boxing critics
Know if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always have a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, cocky?
But I hope I you when I told ya how dope I am at this
And put emphasis on the "dope," so when names up
In conversation of who's the dopest, better throw mine in it
And don't me, while I remind you of the flow
You won't find anywhere, where it fires and I unload my pen
'Til there's no rhymes in it, in no time
Let insults fly even sixty seconds that go by, so you I meant it
In school I was so shy,
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, clothes, I 'member
Begging my mom for K-Mart MacGregors cause they 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 those mimic
Now you don't wanna go starting no argument
'Cause you know I'll win it, 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
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

in piece to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me
Molded my flow off of you, your flowing through me
I love you, Doody, without you I feel so
I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be at my feet
I'm a thorn in side, get thrown into a throne
Better watch the fucking tone that you speak, feel like I'm in the
I'm in a different league on my mothafuckin' own, it's just me
No opponents can compete, and I've never been to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, follow or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't say bon appetit
'Cause I don't know what to eat, fucking or the beat
Bitch, mind works like mine
nose 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 screaming "Who the fuck passed you the mic?"
Never asked you like my from the get
I'd rather ask you to my ass, bitch
You had you a nice run, now a hike
I ever meet my match, I'mma strike that bitch
'Cause on the mic I gotta the real rappers
The real rappers get their mothafuckin' skills
to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck not?
You like it? Suck a cock! Almost forgot
Before I signed with the Doc, I signed with Duck Down
'Cause didn't make no offers, so mothafuck Loud
They jerked me around so up now?
Wow, how much of an asshole would I sound
Rubbing it and holding 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
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

Late at night, used to catch a buzz, couldn't
Now I write the type of to make you wipe
But diapers cause you might leave a streak
I'm on a windshield wipers couldn't wipe
hard to decipher what cypher I might jump into tonight
'Cause I'm hyper or something, needing someone or is lighting
This fire under me, breathing new life, it's like I already died once
I guess some people only twice, and it's funny
My days of being broke was so long ago, I lost my concept of
But you won't get a fucking nickle from me
Oh shit, I'm down on one
I'm having a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm 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 them pop stars
I never needed a pat on the to get at a boy, band
No offense? Yes offense, precedents has been set never get met
Middle finger pressed Moby's nose
Shouts to Obie, the curtains on my show
(But forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it)
You take it, oh
Got a whole generation of coming up that are nutty with the flow
But convince me you've
An MC since me who's this good 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
It'll be like my skin being burned
Hah, bitch there isn't one, will you learn?
Never been served if serves
I'd battle that 'til my own recollection these words

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