Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I represent to the
Pencil is full of bullets
I'm like a Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the plot to thicken
I to spitting like vintage Pac, demented
Demonic sinister, ever the the Doc replenished me
The day he gave me that shot I was just 'bout to quit
So to not see him me would be a shocking image
And I'm the of what a concrete chin is
'Cause no how many times you sock me in it
And knock me to the canvas, the boxing critics
that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always have a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, Nope
But I hope I you when I told ya how dope I am at this
And put on the "dope," so when names come up
In that of who's 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 in it, reload in no time
Let insults fly even sixty seconds go by, so you know I meant it
In I was so shy, timid
Two of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Begging my mom for K-Mart 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 I was a gimmick, now I'm the one that those guys mimic
Now you fuckers wanna 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
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

Rest in 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 thrown at my
I'm a thorn in side, get thrown into a throne
Better 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 been known to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, follow trends or wallow in
I'm hungry as fuck, but can't even say bon appetit
'Cause I don't know what to eat, fucking or the beat
Bitch, nobody's mind works mine
It's nose to the time, homes, your mind's blown
I rhyme like 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 shit the get
I'd rather ask you to wipe my ass,
You had you a run, now take a hike
I ever my match, I'mma strike that bitch first
'Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real
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 the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down
Rawkus didn't make no offers, so mothafuck Loud
They jerked me so what's up now?
Wow, how much of an would I sound like
Rubbing it and holding some 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 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 the type of shit to make you wipe
But diapers cause you might leave a streak
I'm on a streak windshield wipers couldn't
It's hard to decipher what cypher I jump into tonight
'Cause I'm hyper or something, someone or something is lighting
This fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's I already died once
I guess some people only live twice, and it's
My days of being broke was so long ago, I lost my of money
But you dimes won't get a fucking nickle me
Oh shit, I'm down on one
I'm having a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you,
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 set that'll never get met
Middle finger pressed against Moby's
Shouts to Obie, the curtains closed on my
(But never forget I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it)
You take it, oh
Got a whole generation of rappers coming up are nutty with the flow
But me you've heard
An MC since me who's this with the fucking mincing of words
mincing words that'll 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 my skin being Indian burned
Hah, bitch isn't one, when will you learn?
Never been served if memory
I'd battle 'til my own recollection remembers these words

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