Luyện nghe bài hát Dumb Out

I'm stuck platinum and flop, underground and mainstream
Conscious, backpack, that, same thing
I'm somewhere the real and the fakeness
The red pill, blue pill, of the Matrix
And I can't take
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, y'all can't rate
Cause be debatin it, it's a bit outragous
Like it's an air virus, and shits contagious
I'm downloadin like actually play this
Maybe I'm out, maybe I'm on a spaceship
See I was on my out chill shit
The way Mouse kills shit, I'm just to lay out real shit
Besides, other styles remind me of spinnin rims
That shit got played out real
See some him off, some said he was done
Made a joke of, hope he the run
I don't enjoy bein shunned, so I'm as Neo
Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as
I had the hood thinkin' he would never eat
tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet
I heard it if you it
You it on online then I read it, now I match it nigga bet it
Cause I clearly
Once "Pump It Up" stopped soarin, there's a few mother fuckers callin
See I shit spread like cancer
I would folks said, folk ain't answer
A few chicks runnin started they pants up
A few stopped actin like my dancer
But a hit once they started to neglect me
See there I was, thinkin' I was all sexy

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 I'll still win the
See I'm
Other niggaz starts wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin
You got the crown, off like Stockton
time to work, I'm offically clocked in
He is a problem, and bobbin'
the speculation 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
in cold February, with a thin sweater
I'm far from a "YES" man, I'm a trend
It's no games, just a Def Jam
put niggaz in the same sink as me
I metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit
don't use to ink like me
Niggaz don't even THINK me
Who sees what I'm watchin, he poppin'
deserve to drink water from the tub that I wash in
WAIT, start again, a privilege to breath the same air that I farted in
They want no parts him
I niggaz categorize me
If my on a mixtape, then capitalize me
I been stopped goin' to Awards
Don't need them to me, the mixtapes is yours
I had ideas, while hittin' loot
I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a
See I'm thinking
Sunglasses on, my On Top family and a bad bitch handy
Each day there's a "W", it felt heaven
I'm at an actress's house, that felt like
R&B on, looked and felt Meagan
me headache 'til I felt like an Excedrin
Talk fly
Least I bought every pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes
And these might as well be Jamie Foxx
to sound like somebody that already died
The kid keep a wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em
Your first week ain't right, they fuck wit 'em
Now if you sell 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
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, need a 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, you talkin' Big Pun in his prime
Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money
Or without Humpty around
Or 50 before Em, Nas like a gun in his song
Cam'ron "Children Of The Corn"
Beans before the cops came and try to grill 'em
I'm talkin '95, Big L 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 Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost
I do it all, who so well in the game
Talkin' Fab, back when he was spellin' his name
On my shit, Memphis Grizzly shit
Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of shit
Rappers don't trouble with I
it's 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 stop it, speak for you, don't pop shit
Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop
I call bootleg cable, it's no box shit
All black, grimey in the crowd
Heat on him, no shirt, try me when I'm out
I toast somethin' tiny that'll
Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want shiney in your mouth
I probably fool cats, cause I don't out in some big car
In the streets, like I am some big
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 know who you are, I'll end it before it too far
pub still fucked, you a liar money
Joe's still "Pump It Up", "Fire" money
Glock for money, don't try to mug me
ASCAP, maybe B.M.I for money
Please, what's wrong wit 'em, somethin' the norm' wit 'em
Ain't too dudes out there, out performin 'em
Some these skills, I was born 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 in rappin'
I you ask 'em
If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, I'm the Windex and a napkin
New is whack, some vet's is has-been's
Some were Top 20, I crept right passed 'em
It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it
Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it
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 on, puttin' out "Crack Music"
Car music, got what they lack music
Send my man, get rid of the pack music
That I'm back music, click clack music
That A-Team, Muggs, Fab and Stack music
Now who said they fuckin' me
They just that fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)