Luyện nghe bài hát Dumb Out

I'm stuck between platinum and flop, and mainstream
Conscious, backpack, that, same thing
I'm somewhere between the and the fakeness
The red pill, blue pill, of the Matrix
And I can't this
If the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face
And everything I say in these
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, maybe I'm on a
See I was on my stay out chill
The way Mouse kills shit, I'm here just to lay out shit
Besides, other styles remind me of spinnin rims
That shit got out real quick
See some him off, some said he was done
Made a 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 hood thinkin' he would eat
tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet
I it if you said it
You wrote it on then I read it, now I match it nigga bet it
Cause I remember
"Pump It Up" stopped soarin, there's a few mother fuckers stopped callin
See I shit spread like cancer
I would folks said, folk ain't answer
A few chicks started pullin they pants up
A few actin like my private dancer
But a lightbulb hit once they to neglect me
See there I was, thinkin' I was all that

be finished, what nigga I beg ya pard'
I just let niggaz get a start
I walk to the finish, y'all sprint out
Nah sprint out pace, and still win the race
See I'm
Other niggaz legs starts wobblin, when opportunity is knockin
You got the crown, pass off Stockton
time to work, I'm offically clocked in
He is a problem, and bobbin'
Through the speculation that his label tried to him
I leave, even though there's big options
Kev only signed me, to keep this 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 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
don't 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 water the tub that I wash in
WAIT, again, it's a privilege to breath the same air that I farted in
want no parts with him
I dare niggaz me
If my on a mixtape, then capitalize me
I been stopped to Mixtape Awards
Don't need them to me, the mixtapes is yours
I had other ideas, while hittin'
I'm thinkin' red carpet, I and copped a suit
See I'm thinking
Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad handy
Each day there's a "W", it 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 an Excedrin
Talk fly
Least until I bought every pie, me war readys in my eyes
And these dudes might as well be Jamie
Trying to sound like somebody that died
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 5 mill, they had enough of 'em
Let me find out Hip Hop's Republican
sum it up to what he is about
Still new to most, they feelin' him out
were type bland, Joey seasoned him out
I'm the nicest out since "Reasonable Doubt"
Say it so
Rest In Peace Luther, there's 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 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 be mentioned but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime
Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money
Or without Humpty around
Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' a gun in his song
Cam'ron "Children Of The Corn"
before the cops came through and try to grill 'em
I'm talkin '95, Big L before killed 'em
Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the shit
Canibus, no album out before the L
Talkin' Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke
Or Cuban Linx, with and Ghost
I do it all, who blendin' so well in the
Talkin' Fab, when he was still spellin' his name
On my Diddy shit, Memphis shit
Like 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 Talib with Mos, Common "Be"
If they any less common, don't put 'em me
See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a
Chill Joe stop it, 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, grimey in the crowd
Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me I'm out
I toast somethin' tiny blaow
Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' in your mouth
I probably fool cats, cause I don't out in some big car
In the streets, I am some big star
And these young mother fuckers, is to fuck up
leavin' they whole career in some bitch car
No names, but no sublime
Nigga you know who you are, I'll end it before it too far
pub still fucked, you a liar money
Joe's spendin "Pump It Up", "Fire" money
Glock for money, don't try to mug me
Call ASCAP, maybe B.M.I for
Please, what's wrong wit 'em, somethin' ain't the wit 'em
Ain't too many out there, out performin 'em
Some these skills, I was born wit 'em
askin' what's takin' so long wit 'em
Jump Off, I'm the to happen
He's the answer, the who's got the in rappin'
I you ask 'em
If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the and a napkin
New is whack, some vet's is has-been's
Some were Top 20, till I right passed 'em
a wrap, Joey sealin' it nigga
Cold out, Long still dealin' it nigga
Still it nigga
If I only get 'em two times, just know it was the dilinger
It's YAK music, don't know how to act music
Gettin' my Kanye on, out "Crack Music"
Car music, got what they lack music
Send my man, get rid of the pack music
That I'm back music, that clack music
That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and music
Now who they fuckin' with me
just said that fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)