Luyện nghe bài hát Dumb Out

I'm stuck between and flop, underground and mainstream
Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same
I'm somewhere between the real and the
The red pill, pill, real of the Matrix
And I can't this
If the game a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift
And I say in these pages
Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, can't rate this
Cause I'll be it, it's a bit outragous
Like it's an air virus, and this contagious
I'm downloadin like niggaz play this
Maybe I'm buggin out, I'm on a spaceship
See I was on my stay out shit
The way Mouse kills shit, I'm just to lay out real shit
Besides, other styles remind me of spinnin rims
That got played out real quick
See some wrote him off, some said he was
Made a of, hope 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 hood thinkin' he would never eat
Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never
I heard it if you it
You wrote it on online I read it, now I match it nigga bet it
Cause I clearly
Once "Pump It Up" stopped soarin, there's a few mother fuckers stopped
See I remember spread like cancer
I call folks said, folk ain't answer
A few runnin started pullin they pants up
A few stopped actin like my dancer
But a lightbulb hit once they started to me
See there I was, thinkin' I was all sexy

Can't be finished, nigga I beg ya pard'
I just let get a head start
I walk to the finish, y'all out chase
Nah out pace, and I'll still win the race
See I'm
Other niggaz legs starts wobblin, opportunity is start knockin
You got the crown, off like Stockton
It's time to work, I'm offically in
He is a problem, weavin and
Through the speculation that his tried to drop him
I leave, even though there's big options
Kev only signed me, to keep shit rockin'
ask me how I'm doin, I been better
Stuck in cold February, with a thin
I'm far from a "YES" man, I'm a setter
no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta
Don't put niggaz in the same as me
I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, shit
They use to ink like me
Niggaz don't even THINK me
Who sees I'm watchin, he ain't poppin'
Don't deserve to drink from the tub that I wash in
WAIT, start again, it's a privilege to breath the same air that I in
They want no with him
I dare niggaz me
If my name's on a mixtape, then me
I been stopped to Mixtape Awards
need them 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 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 like neckin'
R&B on, looked and like Meagan
Gave me headache 'til I felt like an
Talk fly
until 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 snub wit 'em, pair of gloves wit 'em
first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em
Now if you sell 5 mill, they had enough of 'em
Let me find out Hip turnin' Republican
sum it up to what he is about
Still new to most, still feelin' him out
Things were type bland, seasoned 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
to OD, anybody that know me
Can tell you I'm bout to make shit like it's '03
More '99
No names should be mentioned but mine, you talkin' Big Pun in his prime
'96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around
Or 2pac without 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 they 'em
Em 8 Mile, Shyne before the jail shit
Canibus, no album out before the L
Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was wit coke
Or Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost
I do it all, who blendin' so in the game
Talkin' Fab, back when he was still his name
On my Diddy shit, Memphis Grizzly
back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit
Rappers don't need trouble I
Unless it's Kass before the D.W.I
Or Talib with Mos, Common "Be"
If they any less common, put 'em before me
See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a
Chill Joe stop it, skills speak for you, don't pop
Fuck jail, I'm on my cop shit
I call that cable, it's no box shit
All black, lookin' in the crowd
Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me 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, I don't ride 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 whole career in some car
No names, but no sublime
Nigga you who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far
Your pub still fucked, you a money
still spendin "Pump It Up", "Fire" money
Glock for hire money, try to mug me
Call ASCAP, B.M.I for money
Please, what's wrong wit 'em, ain't the norm' wit 'em
Ain't too many out there, out performin 'em
Some these skills, I was born wit 'em
Street's askin' takin' 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, then I'm the Windex and a
New is whack, some vet's is has-been's
Some were Top 20, till I right passed 'em
It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it
Cold out, Long Johns dealin' it nigga
Still 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 lack music
my little man, get rid of the pack music
That I'm music, that click clack music
A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music
Now who said they fuckin' me
They just said that fuckin' with me, didn't mean it (NAH)