Luyện nghe bài hát Dumb Out

I'm between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream
Conscious, backpack, that, same thing
I'm somewhere between the 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 lift
And everything I say in these
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 like niggaz actually play this
I'm buggin out, maybe I'm on a spaceship
See I was on my stay out shit
The way Mouse shit, I'm here just to lay out real shit
Besides, dudes styles remind me of spinnin rims
shit got played out real quick
See wrote him off, some said he was done
Made a joke of, hope he the run
I enjoy bein shunned, so I'm back as Neo
Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as
I had the whole hood thinkin' he would eat
Rappers 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 remember
Once "Pump It Up" stopped soarin, there's a few mother fuckers callin
See I remember spread like cancer
I call folks said, folk ain't answer
A few chicks started pullin they pants up
A few actin like my private dancer
But a lightbulb hit once started to neglect me
See there I was, I was all that sexy

be finished, what nigga I beg ya pard'
I let niggaz get a head start
I walk to the finish, sprint 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, off like Stockton
It's to work, I'm offically clocked in
He is a problem, weavin and
the speculation that his label tried to drop him
I leave, even though there's big options
Kev only signed me, to this shit rockin'
ask me how I'm doin, I been better
Stuck in February, with a thin sweater
I'm far a "YES" man, I'm a trend setter
It's no games, a Def Jam Vendetta
Don't put niggaz in the same as me
I metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit
They use to ink like me
Niggaz don't THINK like me
Who sees I'm watchin, he ain't poppin'
Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I in
WAIT, start again, it's a privilege to breath the air that I farted in
want no parts with him
I niggaz categorize me
If my on a mixtape, then capitalize me
I stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards
need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours
I had ideas, while hittin' loot
I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and a suit
See I'm Grammy's
on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy
Each day there's a "W", it felt like
I'm at an actress's house, that like neckin'
R&B on, looked and felt like
Gave me headache 'til I felt an Excedrin
Talk fly
Least until I bought pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes
And these dudes as well be Jamie Foxx
Trying to sound like somebody already died
The kid keep a wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em
Your first week ain't right, they fuck wit 'em
Now if you don't sell 5 mill, had enough of 'em
Let me find out Hip turnin' Republican
I'll sum it up to he is about
Still new to most, they feelin' him out
Things were type bland, Joey him out
I'm the nicest dude out "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 flow gets, need a pill a
So if you can't tell, I'm for '06
About to OD, anybody know me
Can tell you I'm bout to make shit like it's '03
More '99
No names should be mentioned but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his
Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' around
Or 2pac Humpty around
Or 50 before Em, Nas like a gun in his song
during "Children Of The Corn"
Beans before the cops through and try to grill 'em
I'm talkin '95, Big L before killed 'em
Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the shit
Canibus, no album out before the L
bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke
Or Cuban Linx, Raekwon and Ghost
I do it all, who blendin' so well in the
Talkin' Fab, when he was still spellin' his name
On my Diddy shit, Memphis Grizzly
Like in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit
don't need trouble with I
Unless it's Rass before the D.W.I
Or Talib Mos, Common before "Be"
If they any common, don't put 'em before me
See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a
Joe stop it, skills speak for you, don't pop shit
Fuck jail, I'm on my cop shit
I call bootleg cable, it's no box shit
All black, grimey in the crowd
Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me I'm out
I toast somethin' that'll blaow
Ain't see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth
I fool cats, cause I don't ride out in some big car
In the streets, like I am some big
And these young fuckers, is about to fuck up
Like leavin' they whole in some bitch car
No names, but no sublime
Nigga you know who you are, I'll end it it goes too far
pub still fucked, you a liar money
Joe's spendin "Pump It Up", "Fire" money
Glock for money, don't try to mug me
ASCAP, maybe B.M.I for money
Please, what's wrong wit 'em, somethin' ain't the wit 'em
Ain't too many dudes out there, out 'em
acquire these skills, I was born wit 'em
Street's what's 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, then I'm the Windex and a
New dudes is whack, some is has-been's
Some Top 20, till I crept right passed 'em
It's a wrap, sealin' it nigga
Cold out, Long still dealin' it nigga
peelin' it nigga
If I only get 'em two times, know it was the dilinger nigga
that YAK music, don't know how to act music
Gettin' my Kanye on, out "Crack Music"
Car music, got what they lack music
Send my man, get rid of the pack music
That I'm back music, that click music
A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music
Now who said they with me
They said that fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)