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 Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a
Mixed with a toxic, the plot to thicken
I to spitting like vintage Pac, demented
Demonic sinister, since the the Doc replenished me
The day he gave me that shot when I was just to quit
So to not see him me would be a shocking image
And I'm the definition of what a chin 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 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 conversation of who's the dopest, throw mine in it
And don't mind me, I remind you of the flow
You won't 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
my mom for K-Mart MacGregors cause they were new
St. Vincent de Paul, Pony's were used, and no size fitted
But them 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 wanna go 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
front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you I got you open, word
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
my flow off of you, your spirit's 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 in your 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 known to retreat
beef, beep-beep, follow trends or wallow in defeat
I'm still hungry as fuck, but even say bon appetit
'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 blown
'Cause I rhyme I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Showcase
With Denaun screaming "Who the passed you the mic?"
Never asked you my shit from the get
I'd rather ask you to my ass, bitch
You had you a run, now take a hike
I ever meet my match, I'mma strike that bitch
'Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real
The real rappers get their skills cracking
to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck not?
You like it? Suck a cock! Almost forgot
Before I signed the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down
'Cause didn't make no offers, so mothafuck Loud
jerked me around so what's up now?
Wow, how much of an asshole would I like
it and holding some grudge now, but 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 I got you open, word
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

Late at night, to catch a buzz, couldn't write
Now I write the type of shit to you wipe
But wear diapers cause you might leave a
I'm on a streak wipers couldn't wipe
It's hard to decipher what 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 already once
I guess some people only live twice, and it's
My days of being was so long ago, I lost my concept of money
But you dimes 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 whore moan 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 been set never get met
Middle finger against Moby's nose
to Obie, the curtains closed on my show
(But never that I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it)
You can't it, oh
Got a whole generation of rappers coming up that are nutty the flow
But convince me heard
An MC since me this good with the fucking mincing of words
Without mincing words that'll you feel like I'm pinching a nerve
Whose mentally disturbed, you might as well stick a knife in me and
It'll be like my being Indian burned
Hah, bitch there isn't one, when you learn?
Never served if memory serves
I'd battle that 'til my own remembers these words

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