Luyện nghe bài hát Dumb Out

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

Can't be finished, what nigga I beg ya
I just let niggaz get a start
I walk to the finish, y'all out chase
Nah sprint out pace, and I'll still win the
See I'm
Other 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, weavin and
the speculation that his label tried to drop him
I can't leave, though there's big options
Kev only signed me, to keep this rockin'
Don't ask me how I'm doin, I better
Stuck in February, with a thin sweater
I'm far from a "YES" man, I'm a trend
It's no games, a Def Jam Vendetta
Don't put niggaz in the sink as me
I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, shit, girl shit, world shit
They use to ink like me
don't even THINK like me
Who sees what I'm watchin, he poppin'
Don't deserve to drink from the tub that I wash in
WAIT, start again, it's a privilege to breath the air that I farted in
They no parts with him
I niggaz categorize me
If my on a mixtape, then capitalize me
I been stopped goin' to Awards
Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is
I had other ideas, while loot
I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a
See I'm Grammy's
Sunglasses on, with my On Top and a bad bitch handy
Each day there's a "W", it like heaven
I'm at an house, that felt like neckin'
R&B on, looked and felt Meagan
Gave me headache 'til I felt an Excedrin
Talk fly
Least I bought every pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes
And these dudes might as well be Jamie
Trying to sound like somebody that died
The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good of gloves wit 'em
Your first week right, they can't fuck wit 'em
Now if you sell 5 mill, they had enough of 'em
Let me out Hip Hop's turnin' Republican
I'll sum it up to what he is
Still new to most, they still him out
Things were type bland, 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 flow gets, need a pill a
So if you can't tell, I'm for '06
About to OD, anybody that me
Can tell you I'm bout to make shit feel like '03
like '99
No names should be but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime
Maybe '96 Jay, before was throwin' money around
Or 2pac without Humpty
Or 50 Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song
during "Children Of The Corn"
Beans before the cops came and try to grill 'em
I'm talkin '95, Big L before killed 'em
Em before 8 Mile, Shyne the jail shit
Canibus, no album out the L shit
bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke
Or Cuban Linx, with and Ghost
I do it all, who blendin' so well in the
Talkin' Fab, back he was still spellin' his name
On my shit, Memphis Grizzly shit
back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit
Rappers don't need trouble I
Unless it's Rass before the D.W.I
Or Talib Mos, Common 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 speak for you, don't pop
jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit
I call that bootleg cable, no box shit
All black, lookin' in the crowd
on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out
I toast somethin' tiny that'll
Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' in your mouth
I probably fool cats, cause I ride out in some big car
In the streets, I am some big star
And these young fuckers, is about to fuck up
Like they whole career in some bitch car
No names, but no sublime
Nigga you know who you are, I'll end it before it too far
Your pub still fucked, you a money
Joe's still "Pump It Up", "Fire" money
Glock for money, don't try to mug me
ASCAP, maybe B.M.I for money
Please, what's wit 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit 'em
Ain't too dudes out there, out performin 'em
acquire these skills, I was born wit 'em
Street's askin' what's so long wit 'em
Off, I'm the best to happen
He's the answer, the who's got the next in
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 were Top 20, 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 nigga
It's that YAK music, don't know how to act
my Kanye on, puttin' out "Crack Music"
Car jack music, got what they music
Send my little man, get rid of the pack
That I'm music, that click clack music
That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and music
Now who they fuckin' with me
They just said fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)