Luyện nghe bài hát Dumb Out

I'm stuck between platinum and flop, underground and
Conscious, backpack, scratch that, thing
I'm somewhere between the and the fakeness
The red pill, blue pill, 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 these
Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all 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 actually play
I'm buggin out, maybe I'm on a spaceship
See I was on my out chill shit
The way Mouse kills shit, I'm here just to lay out real
Besides, dudes styles remind me of spinnin rims
shit got played out real quick
See some wrote him off, some he was done
Made a joke of, hope he the run
I don't enjoy shunned, so I'm back as Neo
Fans The One, annoint me as begun
I had the whole hood thinkin' he would eat
Rappers tried to diss, we would never meet
I heard it if you it
You wrote it on online then I read it, now I it nigga bet it
Cause I remember
Once "Pump It Up" stopped soarin, there's a few mother fuckers stopped
See I shit spread like cancer
I would call said, folk ain't answer
A few chicks runnin pullin they pants up
A few stopped actin like my dancer
But a lightbulb hit they started to neglect me
See there I was, thinkin' I was all sexy

Can't be finished, what I beg ya pard'
I just let niggaz get a head
I to the finish, y'all sprint out chase
Nah sprint out pace, and I'll win the race
See I'm
Other niggaz legs starts wobblin, when 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
Through the speculation his label tried to drop him
I can't leave, even though there's big
Kev only signed me, to keep shit rockin'
Don't ask me how I'm doin, I been
Stuck in cold February, with a sweater
I'm far from a "YES" man, I'm a trend
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, shit, world shit
They use to ink like me
Niggaz don't even like me
Who sees what I'm watchin, he poppin'
Don't deserve to drink water the tub that I wash in
WAIT, start again, it's a privilege to the same air that I farted in
want no parts with him
I niggaz categorize me
If my name's on a mixtape, capitalize me
I been stopped goin' to Awards
need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours
I had other ideas, hittin' loot
I'm thinkin' red carpet, I and copped a suit
See I'm thinking
on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy
Each day there's a "W", it like heaven
I'm at an actress's house, that felt neckin'
R&B on, looked and felt like
Gave me headache 'til I like an Excedrin
Talk fly
Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war in my eyes
And these dudes as well be Jamie Foxx
Trying to sound somebody that already died
The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good of gloves wit 'em
Your first week ain't right, can't 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, still feelin' him out
Things were type bland, seasoned him out
I'm the nicest dude out "Reasonable Doubt"
Say it so
Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other 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, a pill a dosage
So if you can't tell, I'm for '06
About to OD, that know me
Can tell you I'm bout to make feel like it's '03
like '99
No names should be mentioned but mine, unless you Big Pun in his prime
Maybe '96 Jay, before was throwin' money around
Or 2pac Humpty around
Or 50 Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song
Cam'ron "Children Of The Corn"
Beans the cops came through and try to grill 'em
I'm '95, Big L before they killed 'em
Em 8 Mile, Shyne before the jail shit
Canibus, no out before the L shit
Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was wit coke
Or Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost
I do it all, who so well in the game
Talkin' Fab, when he was still spellin' his name
On my Diddy shit, Memphis shit
Like back in the day when swiped all of Biggie's shit
don't need trouble with I
Unless Rass Kass before the D.W.I
Or with Mos, Common before "Be"
If they any less common, don't put 'em 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
on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out
I somethin' tiny that'll blaow
Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want shiney in your mouth
I probably fool cats, cause I ride out in some big car
In the streets, like I am big star
And these young fuckers, is about to fuck up
Like they whole career in some bitch car
No names, but it's no
Nigga you who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far
Your pub still fucked, you a liar
Joe's still spendin "Pump It Up", "Fire"
for hire money, don't try to mug me
Call ASCAP, maybe B.M.I for
Please, wrong wit 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit 'em
Ain't too many out there, out performin 'em
Some acquire these skills, I was wit 'em
askin' what's takin' so long wit 'em
Jump Off, I'm the best to
He's the answer, the who's got the in rappin'
I you ask 'em
If Hip Hop is all and mirrors, then 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, Joey it nigga
Cold out, Long Johns dealin' it nigga
Still it nigga
If I only get 'em two times, know it was the dilinger nigga
It's YAK music, don't know how to act music
Gettin' my on, puttin' out "Crack Music"
Car jack music, got what they 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 they fuckin' with me
They said that fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)