Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Front

Used to get, bent, now I to the fullest
Pencil is of insolent bullets
I'm a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with a toxic, the begins to thicken
I to spitting like vintage Pac, demented
Demonic sinister, ever since the the Doc me
The day he gave me that shot when I was 'bout to quit
So to not see him with me would be a image
And I'm the of what a concrete chin is
no matter how many times you sock me in it
And knock me to the canvas, even the critics
Know that if I get off to a start, I'll always have a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, Nope
But I hope I offended you when I told ya how 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 mind me, while I remind you of the
You won't find anywhere, where it fires and I my pen explodes
'Til there's no rhymes in it, in no time
Let insults fly sixty seconds that go by, so you know 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, those Pony's 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 fuckers 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

Rest in piece to Big Proof, you was a beast, you mirrored me
Molded my flow off of you, your flowing through me
I love you, Doody, without you I 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 league on my mothafuckin' own, it's just me
No opponents can compete, and I've never been known to
From beef, beep-beep, follow or wallow in defeat
I'm still as fuck, but can't even say bon appetit
I don't know what to eat, fucking microphone or the beat
Bitch, nobody's mind like mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, homes, your blown
'Cause I like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Showcase
With screaming "Who the fuck passed you the mic?"
Never you like my shit from the get
I'd ask you to wipe my ass, bitch
You had you a nice run, now take a
I ever my match, I'mma strike that bitch first
on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers
The rappers get their mothafuckin' skills cracking
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck
You like it? Suck a cock! Almost forgot
I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down
'Cause Rawkus didn't make no offers, so mothafuck
jerked me around so what's up now?
Wow, how much of an asshole would I sound
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
front, you know I got you open, kid
Yo why you frontin', you I got you open, kid

at night, used to catch a buzz, couldn't write
Now I write the of shit to make you wipe
But diapers cause you might leave a streak
I'm on a windshield wipers couldn't wipe
It's hard to decipher what cypher I jump into tonight
'Cause I'm or something, needing someone or something 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 broke was so long ago, I lost my concept of money
But you won't get a fucking nickle from me
Oh shit, I'm on one knee
I'm having a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm to you, honey
boy to man, it's still make a whore moan like a thyroid gland
I'm in category, man, don't put me up with them pop stars
I never needed a pat on the 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 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 since me who's good with the fucking mincing of words
Without mincing 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 like my skin being burned
Hah, bitch isn't one, when will you learn?
been served if memory serves
I'd battle 'til my own recollection remembers these words

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