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'
with a toxic, the plot begins to thicken
I begin to spitting vintage Pac, demented
sinister, ever since the the Doc replenished me
The day he gave me that shot when I was just 'bout to
So to not see him with me be a shocking image
And I'm the definition of what a 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 rocky start, I'll have a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, Nope
But I hope I offended you when I told ya how dope I am at
And put emphasis on the "dope," so 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 find anywhere, where it fires and I unload my pen
'Til there's no rhymes in it, reload in no
Let insults fly even sixty seconds go by, so you know I meant it
In I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Begging my mom for K-Mart MacGregors cause were new
St. de Paul, those 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 wanna go no argument
'Cause you know I'll win it, name a that's more authentic, and don't front

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
Don't front, you I got you open, word
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

Rest in to Big Proof, you was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me
Molded my off of you, your spirit's flowing through me
I love you, Doody, you I feel so incomplete
I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be at my feet
I'm a thorn in your side, get thrown into a
Better the fucking tone that you speak, feel 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 been known to retreat
From beef, beep-beep, follow trends or in defeat
I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't even say bon
'Cause I know what to eat, fucking microphone or the beat
Bitch, nobody's mind works like
It's nose to the grindstone time, homes, mind's blown
I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the Ebony Showcase
With Denaun screaming "Who the fuck you the mic?"
Never asked you like my shit 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 strike that first
'Cause on the mic I gotta represent the rappers
The real rappers get their skills cracking
Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the not?
You don't it? Suck a cock! Almost forgot
Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Down
'Cause Rawkus didn't make no offers, so mothafuck
They jerked me so what's up now?
Wow, how of an asshole would I sound like
Rubbing it and some grudge now, but 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
Don't front, you 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 wear diapers you might leave a streak
I'm on a streak windshield wipers wipe
It's hard to decipher what cypher I might jump 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 guess some people only twice, and it's funny
My days of being broke was so ago, I lost my concept of money
But you dimes won't get a nickle from me
Oh shit, I'm on one knee
I'm a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you, honey
From boy to man, it's 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 against 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 can't it, oh
Got a whole generation of rappers coming up are nutty with the flow
But convince me you've
An MC since me this good with the fucking mincing of words
Without mincing words that'll make you feel 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 Indian
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, stop
You I got you open, Word Life