Luyện nghe bài hát Dumb Out

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

Can't be finished, what nigga I beg ya
I just let niggaz get a start
I to the finish, y'all sprint out chase
Nah out pace, and I'll still win the race
See I'm
Other niggaz legs starts wobblin, when opportunity is start
You got the crown, off like Stockton
It's time to work, I'm clocked in
He is a problem, and bobbin'
Through the speculation his label tried to drop him
I can't leave, even there's big options
Kev only signed me, to this shit rockin'
ask me how I'm doin, I been better
Stuck in cold February, with a thin
I'm far a "YES" man, I'm a trend setter
It's no games, just a Def Jam
Don't put niggaz in the same as me
I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world
don't use to ink like me
Niggaz even THINK like me
Who sees I'm watchin, he ain't poppin'
Don't deserve to drink water the tub that I wash in
WAIT, start again, it's a to breath the same air that I farted in
They want no parts him
I niggaz categorize me
If my name's on a mixtape, capitalize me
I been stopped goin' to Mixtape
Don't them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours
I had ideas, while hittin' loot
I'm red carpet, I went and copped a suit
See I'm Grammy's
Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch
day there's a "W", it felt like heaven
I'm at an actress's house, that felt neckin'
R&B on, looked and felt like
Gave me headache I felt like an Excedrin
very fly
Least until I every pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes
And these dudes might as be Jamie Foxx
Trying to sound like somebody that died
The kid keep a snub wit 'em, pair of gloves wit 'em
Your first week ain't right, 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'
sum it up to what he is about
Still new to most, they still him out
Things were bland, Joey seasoned him out
I'm the nicest out since "Reasonable Doubt"
Say it so
In Peace 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 flow gets, need a pill a
So if you tell, I'm prepared for '06
to OD, anybody that know me
Can tell you I'm bout to make feel like it's '03
More '99
No names should be but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime
Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was money around
Or without Humpty around
Or 50 before Em, Nas like a gun in his song
Cam'ron "Children Of The Corn"
Beans before the came 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 when he was fuckin' wit
Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and
I do it all, who blendin' so well in the
Talkin' Fab, back he was still spellin' his name
On my Diddy shit, Grizzly shit
Like back in the day when Clue all of Biggie's shit
Rappers don't need with I
it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I
Or with Mos, Common before "Be"
If they any less common, put 'em before me
See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a
Chill Joe stop it, speak for you, don't pop shit
Fuck jail, I'm on my cop shit
I that bootleg cable, it's no box shit
All black, lookin' grimey in the
Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me I'm out
I toast somethin' tiny blaow
gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth
I probably fool cats, cause I don't out in some big car
In the streets, like I am big star
And young mother fuckers, is about 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 still fucked, you a liar
still spendin "Pump It Up", "Fire" money
Glock for money, don't try to mug me
Call ASCAP, maybe B.M.I for
Please, what's wrong wit 'em, somethin' the norm' wit 'em
too many dudes out there, out performin 'em
Some acquire these skills, I was wit 'em
Street's askin' takin' so long wit 'em
Jump Off, I'm the to happen
He's the answer, the who's got the 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 vet's is
Some Top 20, till I crept right passed 'em
It's a wrap, sealin' it nigga
Cold out, Long Johns dealin' it nigga
peelin' it nigga
If I only get 'em two times, just know it was the dilinger
that YAK music, don't know how to act music
Gettin' my on, puttin' out "Crack Music"
Car jack music, got what they lack
Send my little man, get rid of the music
I'm back music, that click clack music
That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and music
Now who said they with me
They just said that with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)