Luyện nghe bài hát Dumb Out

I'm between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream
Conscious, backpack, scratch that, thing
I'm somewhere the real and the fakeness
The red pill, blue pill, of the Matrix
And I take this
If the game needs a new look, I'm a tummy tuck and a face lift
And everything I say in pages
Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, can't rate this
I'll be debatin it, it's a bit outragous
Like it's an air virus, and this shits
I'm like niggaz actually 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 here just to lay out real
Besides, other dudes styles me of spinnin rims
That shit got out real quick
See some wrote him off, some he was done
a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run
I don't enjoy bein shunned, so I'm as Neo
Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as
I had the whole thinkin' he would never eat
tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet
I it if you said it
You wrote it on online then I it, now I match it nigga bet it
I remember clearly
Once "Pump It Up" stopped soarin, there's a few mother fuckers callin
See I shit spread like cancer
I would call folks said, ain't answer
A few chicks started pullin they pants up
A few stopped actin like my dancer
But a hit once they started to neglect me
See I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy

be finished, what nigga I beg ya pard'
I just let niggaz get a start
I walk to the finish, sprint out chase
Nah out pace, and I'll still win the race
See I'm
Other niggaz legs starts wobblin, when is start knockin
You got the crown, pass off 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 can't leave, even though there's big
Kev only signed me, to this shit rockin'
Don't ask me how I'm doin, I better
in cold February, with a thin sweater
I'm far from a "YES" man, I'm a setter
It's no games, a Def Jam Vendetta
put niggaz in the same sink as me
I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world
They don't use to ink me
don't even 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 same air that I in
They want no parts him
I dare niggaz me
If my on a mixtape, then capitalize me
I been stopped goin' to Mixtape
need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours
I had other ideas, while hittin'
I'm thinkin' red carpet, I and copped a suit
See I'm Grammy's
Sunglasses on, 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 felt like
R&B on, looked and felt like
Gave me headache 'til I like an Excedrin
Talk fly
until I bought every pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes
And these dudes might as well be Foxx
to sound like somebody that already died
The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good of gloves wit 'em
Your first ain't 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, still feelin' him out
Things were type bland, seasoned him out
I'm the nicest out since "Reasonable Doubt"
Say it so
Rest In Peace Luther, 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, a pill a dosage
So if you can't tell, I'm for '06
About to OD, anybody that me
Can tell you I'm to make shit feel like it's '03
More '99
No names should be mentioned but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his
Maybe '96 Jay, before was throwin' money around
Or 2pac without around
Or 50 Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song
Cam'ron "Children Of The Corn"
Beans before the 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 he was fuckin' wit coke
Or Cuban Linx, with 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
Like back in the day Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit
Rappers need trouble with I
Unless Rass Kass before the D.W.I
Or Talib 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, skills speak for you, pop shit
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, try me when I'm out
I toast tiny that'll blaow
Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want shiney in your mouth
I probably fool cats, cause I don't ride out in big car
In the streets, I am some big star
And these young mother fuckers, is to fuck up
Like leavin' they whole career in bitch car
No names, but it's no
Nigga you know who you are, I'll end it before it too far
Your pub still fucked, you a liar
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, somethin' ain't the wit 'em
too many dudes out there, out performin 'em
Some acquire these skills, I was wit 'em
Street's askin' what's takin' so wit 'em
Jump Off, I'm the 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 dudes is whack, vet's is has-been's
were Top 20, till I crept right passed 'em
It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it
Cold out, Johns still dealin' it nigga
peelin' it nigga
If I only get 'em two times, just it was the dilinger nigga
It's that YAK music, don't how to act music
Gettin' my Kanye on, out "Crack Music"
Car music, got what they lack music
my little man, get rid of the pack music
That I'm back music, that clack music
A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music
Now who said fuckin' with me
They just said fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)