Luyện nghe bài hát Dumb Out

I'm stuck between platinum and flop, underground and
Conscious, backpack, that, same thing
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 I say in these pages
Is straight the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this
Cause be debatin it, it's a bit outragous
Like it's an air virus, and this contagious
I'm downloadin like niggaz actually this
I'm buggin out, maybe 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, dudes styles remind me of spinnin rims
shit got played out real quick
See some wrote him off, some he was done
Made a of, hope he enjoyed the run
I don't enjoy shunned, so I'm back as Neo
Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as
I had the hood thinkin' he would never eat
Rappers to diss, thinkin' we would never meet
I it if you said it
You wrote it on online then I read it, now I it nigga bet it
Cause I clearly
"Pump It Up" stopped soarin, there's a few mother fuckers stopped callin
See I remember spread like cancer
I would call folks said, folk ain't
A few chicks runnin started they pants up
A few stopped actin my private dancer
But a lightbulb hit once started to neglect me
See there I was, thinkin' I was all sexy

be finished, what nigga I beg ya pard'
I just let get a head start
I to the finish, y'all sprint out chase
Nah out pace, and I'll still win the race
See I'm
Other legs starts wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin
You got the crown, pass off Stockton
It's time to work, I'm clocked in
He is a problem, weavin and
Through the speculation that his label to drop him
I can't leave, though there's big options
Kev only signed me, to keep this shit
Don't ask me how I'm doin, I better
Stuck in cold February, with a thin
I'm far from a "YES" man, I'm a setter
It's no games, just a Def Jam
put niggaz in the same sink as me
I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world
don't use to ink like me
Niggaz don't THINK like me
Who sees what I'm watchin, he ain't
Don't deserve to drink from the tub that I wash in
WAIT, start again, it's a privilege to breath the same air I farted in
They want no parts him
I dare categorize me
If my name's on a mixtape, then me
I been stopped goin' to Mixtape
Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is
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 felt neckin'
R&B on, looked and felt Meagan
Gave me headache 'til I like an Excedrin
very fly
Least until I bought pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes
And dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx
to sound like somebody that already died
The kid keep a snub wit 'em, pair of gloves wit 'em
Your first week ain't right, they can't wit 'em
Now if you sell 5 mill, they 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, Joey him out
I'm the dude 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 gets, need a pill a dosage
So if you can't tell, I'm for '06
About to OD, anybody know me
Can tell you I'm bout to make shit feel like '03
More '99
No names should be mentioned but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his
Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was money around
Or without Humpty around
Or 50 before Em, Nas like a gun in his song
during "Children Of The Corn"
Beans the cops came through and try to grill 'em
I'm '95, Big L before they killed 'em
Em before 8 Mile, Shyne the jail shit
Canibus, no album out the L shit
Talkin' Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke
Or Cuban Linx, with and Ghost
I do it all, who so well in the game
Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his
On my Diddy shit, Grizzly shit
back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit
Rappers don't need with I
Unless it's Rass Kass 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 it, skills speak for you, don't pop shit
jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit
I that bootleg cable, it's no box shit
All black, lookin' grimey in the
Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me I'm out
I toast tiny that'll blaow
Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your
I probably fool cats, I don't ride out in some big car
In the streets, I am some big star
And these young mother fuckers, is to fuck up
Like leavin' they whole in some bitch car
No names, but no sublime
you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far
Your pub fucked, you a liar money
Joe's 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 dudes out there, out 'em
acquire these skills, I was born wit 'em
Street's askin' takin' so long wit 'em
Jump Off, I'm the to happen
He's the answer, the got the next in rappin'
I you ask 'em
If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the 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 sealin' it
Cold out, Long Johns 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 on, puttin' out "Crack Music"
Car jack music, got they lack music
Send my little man, get rid of the music
That I'm back music, that click clack
A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music
Now who said they with me
They just said that fuckin' with me, they didn't it (NAH)