Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I to the fullest
is full of insolent bullets
I'm a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the plot begins to
I begin to spitting vintage Pac, demented
Demonic sinister, ever the the Doc replenished me
The day he gave me shot when I was just 'bout to quit
So to not see him me would be a shocking image
And I'm the definition of what a concrete is
no matter how many times you sock me in it
And knock me to the canvas, the boxing critics
Know that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll have a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, Nope
But I hope I offended you when I 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, I remind you of the flow
You find anywhere, where it fires 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 school I was so shy,
Two of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Begging my mom for K-Mart MacGregors cause 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 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 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 lyrically me
Molded my flow off of you, your spirit's through me
I love you, Doody, you I feel so incomplete
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 watch the fucking tone that you speak, 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 never been known to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, follow or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't even say bon
'Cause I don't know what to eat, microphone or the beat
Bitch, mind works like mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, homes, your mind's
I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Showcase
With Denaun screaming "Who the 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 nice run, now a hike
I ever meet my match, I'mma that bitch first
'Cause on the mic I gotta represent the rappers
The real rappers get mothafuckin' skills cracking
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck
You don't like it? Suck a cock! forgot
Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Down
Rawkus didn't make no offers, so mothafuck Loud
They jerked me around so what's up
Wow, how much of an asshole I sound like
Rubbing it and holding some 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,
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
Yo why you frontin', you I got you open, kid

Late at night, to catch a buzz, couldn't write
Now I write the type of shit to make you
But wear diapers cause you might a streak
I'm on a streak windshield couldn't wipe
It's hard to decipher cypher I might jump into tonight
'Cause I'm hyper or something, needing someone or something is
This under me, it's breathing new life, it's like I already died once
I some people only live twice, and it's funny
My of being broke was so long ago, I lost my concept of money
But you dimes get a fucking nickle from me
Oh shit, I'm on one knee
I'm having a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you,
From boy to man, it's make a whore moan like a thyroid gland
I'm in another category, man, don't put me up with them pop
I never needed a pat on the to get at a boy, band
No offense? Yes offense, precedents has been set that'll get met
Middle finger pressed against Moby's
Shouts to Obie, the closed on my show
(But never forget I'm the one you thought wouldn't make 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 this good 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 stick a knife in me and turn
be like my skin being Indian burned
Hah, bitch there one, when will you learn?
Never been if memory serves
I'd battle that 'til my own recollection remembers words

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