Luyện nghe bài hát Dumb Out

I'm stuck between and flop, underground and mainstream
Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same
I'm between the real and the fakeness
The red pill, blue pill, real of the
And I can't take
If the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face
And everything I say in pages
Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate
Cause I'll be debatin it, a bit outragous
Like it's an air virus, and this shits
I'm downloadin like actually play this
Maybe I'm buggin out, maybe I'm on a
See I was on my stay out shit
The way Mouse kills shit, I'm just to lay out real shit
Besides, other dudes remind me of spinnin rims
shit got played out real quick
See wrote him off, some said he was done
Made a joke of, he enjoyed the run
I don't enjoy bein shunned, so I'm as Neo
Fans The One, annoint me as begun
I had the whole hood thinkin' he would eat
tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet
I heard it if you it
You wrote it on online then I read it, now I match it bet it
Cause I clearly
Once "Pump It Up" soarin, there's a few mother fuckers stopped callin
See I remember spread like cancer
I would call folks said, folk answer
A few runnin started pullin they pants up
A few stopped actin like my private
But a lightbulb hit they started to neglect me
See I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy

Can't be finished, what I beg ya pard'
I just let niggaz get a start
I walk to the finish, y'all out chase
Nah sprint out pace, and I'll win the race
See I'm
niggaz legs starts wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin
You got the crown, pass off Stockton
It's to work, I'm offically clocked in
He is a problem, and bobbin'
Through the speculation that his tried to drop him
I can't leave, even though there's big
Kev only signed me, to keep this shit
Don't ask me how I'm doin, I better
Stuck in cold February, a thin sweater
I'm far from a "YES" man, I'm a setter
It's no games, just a Def Jam
Don't put in the same sink as me
I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world
don't use to ink like me
Niggaz don't even like me
Who sees I'm watchin, he ain't poppin'
Don't deserve to drink water from the tub I wash in
WAIT, start again, it's a privilege to breath the same air I farted in
They want no parts him
I dare niggaz me
If my on a mixtape, then capitalize me
I been stopped goin' to Mixtape
Don't need to tell me, the mixtapes is yours
I had other ideas, hittin' loot
I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a
See I'm thinking
Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad handy
Each day there's a "W", it felt like
I'm at an actress's house, that felt like
R&B on, looked and like Meagan
Gave me 'til I felt like an Excedrin
very fly
Least I bought every pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes
And these dudes might as well be Jamie
Trying to like somebody that already died
The kid keep a wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em
Your first week right, they can't fuck wit 'em
Now if you don't sell 5 mill, they had of 'em
Let me find out Hip Hop's turnin'
I'll sum it up to he is about
Still new to most, they still him out
were type bland, Joey seasoned him out
I'm the nicest out since "Reasonable Doubt"
Say it so
Rest In Luther, there's some other niggaz gay on the low
So live, who can see 'em, no guy
I'm the Mets, was to be ill in '05
As ill as the gets, need a pill a dosage
So if you tell, I'm prepared for '06
About to OD, anybody that me
Can you I'm bout to make shit feel like it's '03
like '99
No names should be mentioned but mine, you talkin' Big Pun in his prime
Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' around
Or without Humpty around
Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his
during "Children Of The Corn"
Beans before the cops through and try to grill 'em
I'm talkin '95, Big L before they 'em
Em before 8 Mile, Shyne the jail shit
Canibus, no album out before the L
Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX he was fuckin' wit coke
Or Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost
I do it all, who so well in the game
Talkin' Fab, back when he was spellin' his name
On my Diddy shit, Grizzly shit
Like back in the day Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit
Rappers need trouble with I
Unless Rass Kass before the D.W.I
Or Talib with Mos, before "Be"
If any less common, don't put 'em before me
See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a
Chill Joe stop it, skills for you, don't pop shit
jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit
I that bootleg cable, it's no box shit
All black, lookin' grimey in the
on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out
I toast somethin' tiny that'll
Ain't see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth
I probably fool cats, cause I don't ride out in big car
In the streets, I am some big star
And these young mother fuckers, is to fuck up
Like leavin' they career in some bitch car
No names, but no sublime
Nigga you know who you are, end it before it goes too far
Your pub fucked, you a liar money
Joe's still "Pump It Up", "Fire" money
Glock for hire money, try to mug me
Call ASCAP, maybe B.M.I for
Please, what's wit 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit 'em
Ain't too dudes out there, out performin 'em
Some acquire these skills, I was wit 'em
Street's askin' what's takin' so wit 'em
Jump Off, I'm the best to
the answer, the who's got the next in rappin'
I you ask 'em
If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, I'm the Windex and a napkin
New dudes is whack, some is has-been's
Some were Top 20, till I crept right 'em
a wrap, Joey sealin' it nigga
Cold out, Long Johns still it nigga
peelin' it nigga
If I only get 'em two times, just it was the dilinger nigga
that YAK music, don't know how to act music
Gettin' my Kanye on, out "Crack Music"
Car jack music, got they lack music
my little man, get rid of the pack music
That I'm back music, that click music
That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and music
Now who said they with me
They just said fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)