Luyện nghe bài hát Dumb Out

I'm stuck between platinum and flop, and mainstream
Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same
I'm somewhere between the and the fakeness
The red pill, blue pill, real of the
And I can't this
If the game needs a new look, I'm a tummy tuck and a face 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
it's an air virus, and this shits contagious
I'm downloadin like niggaz actually this
Maybe I'm buggin out, maybe I'm on a
See I was on my stay out shit
The way Mouse kills shit, I'm here just to lay out shit
Besides, other dudes styles remind me of rims
That shit got played out real
See some wrote him off, some said he was
Made a joke of, hope he the run
I don't enjoy bein shunned, so I'm 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 clearly
Once "Pump It Up" stopped soarin, there's a few fuckers stopped callin
See I shit spread like cancer
I would folks said, folk ain't answer
A few chicks runnin started pullin they up
A few actin like my private dancer
But a lightbulb hit they started to neglect me
See there I was, thinkin' I was all that

Can't be finished, what nigga I beg ya
I let niggaz get a head start
I to the finish, y'all sprint out chase
Nah sprint out pace, and I'll win the race
See I'm
Other legs starts wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin
You got the crown, pass off like
It's time to work, I'm clocked in
He is a problem, weavin and
Through the that his label tried to drop him
I can't leave, even there's big options
Kev signed me, to keep this shit rockin'
Don't ask me how I'm doin, I better
Stuck in cold February, with a thin
I'm far a "YES" man, I'm a trend setter
It's no games, just a Def Jam
Don't put niggaz in the sink as me
I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, shit
don't use to ink like me
Niggaz don't even THINK me
Who sees what I'm watchin, he poppin'
Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I in
WAIT, again, it's a privilege to breath the same air that I farted in
They want no parts him
I dare categorize me
If my name's on a mixtape, then me
I been stopped to Mixtape Awards
Don't need to tell me, the mixtapes is yours
I had other ideas, while loot
I'm thinkin' red carpet, I and copped a suit
See I'm Grammy's
Sunglasses on, with my On Top and a bad bitch handy
day there's a "W", it felt like heaven
I'm at an actress's house, that felt neckin'
R&B on, looked and felt like
Gave me headache 'til I felt an Excedrin
Talk fly
until 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 already
The kid keep a snub wit 'em, pair of gloves wit 'em
Your week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em
Now if you don't sell 5 mill, they had of 'em
Let me find out Hip Hop's Republican
sum it up to what he is about
Still new to most, still feelin' him out
Things were type bland, Joey him out
I'm the nicest out since "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 tell, I'm prepared for '06
About to OD, that know me
Can tell you I'm bout to make feel 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 Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song
during "Children Of The Corn"
Beans before the came through and try to grill 'em
I'm talkin '95, Big L they killed 'em
Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the shit
Canibus, no out before the L shit
Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit
Or Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost
I do it all, who so well in the game
Talkin' Fab, back he was still spellin' his name
On my Diddy shit, Grizzly shit
Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of shit
Rappers don't trouble with I
Unless Rass Kass before the D.W.I
Or Talib with Mos, before "Be"
If they any common, don't put 'em before me
See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a
Chill Joe it, skills speak for you, don't pop shit
Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop
I call that bootleg cable, it's no box
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 ride out in some big car
In the streets, like I am some big
And these young mother fuckers, is about to up
Like leavin' whole career in some bitch car
No names, but it's no
Nigga you know who you are, end it before it goes too far
Your pub still fucked, you a liar
still 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 wit 'em, somethin' 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
Jump Off, I'm the to happen
the answer, the who's got the next in rappin'
I you ask 'em
If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, I'm the Windex and a napkin
New dudes is whack, some is has-been's
were Top 20, till I crept right passed 'em
It's a wrap, Joey it nigga
Cold out, Johns still dealin' it nigga
Still peelin' it
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 on, puttin' out "Crack Music"
Car music, got what they lack music
Send my little man, get rid of the music
That I'm back music, that click clack
That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack
Now who said they fuckin' me
They just that fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)