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, of the Matrix
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 from the heart, nah magazines, y'all rate this
Cause I'll be debatin it, it's a bit
Like it's an air virus, and shits contagious
I'm like niggaz actually play this
Maybe I'm out, maybe I'm on a spaceship
See I was on my stay out chill
The way Mouse kills shit, I'm just to lay out real shit
Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin
shit got played out real quick
See some wrote him off, some he was done
Made a joke of, hope he the run
I don't enjoy shunned, so I'm back as Neo
enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun
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
Cause I clearly
Once "Pump It Up" stopped soarin, there's a few mother fuckers stopped
See I remember spread like cancer
I call folks said, folk ain't answer
A few runnin started pullin they pants up
A few actin like my private dancer
But a lightbulb hit once started to neglect me
See there I was, thinkin' I was all that

Can't be finished, what I beg ya pard'
I just let niggaz get a head
I to the finish, y'all sprint out chase
Nah sprint out pace, and still win the race
See I'm
niggaz legs starts wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin
You got the crown, off like Stockton
It's to work, I'm offically clocked in
He is a problem, and bobbin'
Through the that his label tried to drop him
I leave, even though there's big options
Kev signed me, to keep this shit 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
no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta
Don't put niggaz in the same as me
I mean metaphors, storylines, shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit
They don't use to ink me
Niggaz don't even like me
Who sees what I'm watchin, he poppin'
deserve to drink water from the tub that I wash in
WAIT, start again, it's a privilege to breath the air that I farted in
They no parts with him
I dare niggaz me
If my name's on a mixtape, 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 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 heaven
I'm at an actress's house, that like neckin'
R&B on, and felt like Meagan
Gave me 'til I felt like an Excedrin
very fly
Least until I bought every pie, me 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 pair of wit 'em
Your first week ain't right, they can't wit 'em
Now if you don't sell 5 mill, they had of 'em
Let me out Hip Hop's turnin' Republican
I'll sum it up to what he is
Still new to most, they still him out
were type bland, Joey seasoned him out
I'm the nicest dude out "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, need a pill a
So if you tell, I'm prepared for '06
to OD, anybody that know me
Can tell you I'm bout to make feel like it's '03
More '99
No should be mentioned but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime
Maybe '96 Jay, before was throwin' money around
Or without Humpty around
Or 50 before Em, Nas like a gun in his song
during "Children Of The Corn"
Beans before the cops came through and try to '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' Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke
Or Cuban Linx, Raekwon and Ghost
I do it all, who blendin' so in the game
Talkin' Fab, when he was still spellin' his name
On my Diddy shit, Grizzly shit
Like back in the day when Clue all of Biggie's shit
Rappers need 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 stop it, skills speak for you, pop shit
Fuck jail, I'm on my cop shit
I that bootleg cable, it's no box shit
All black, lookin' grimey in the
on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out
I somethin' tiny that'll blaow
gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth
I fool cats, cause I don't ride out in some big car
In the streets, I am some big star
And young mother fuckers, is about to fuck up
Like leavin' they whole career in some car
No names, but it's no
Nigga you know who you are, I'll end it it goes too far
Your pub still fucked, you a money
Joe's still "Pump It Up", "Fire" money
for hire money, don't try to mug me
Call ASCAP, B.M.I for money
Please, what's wrong wit 'em, somethin' ain't the wit 'em
Ain't too many out there, out performin 'em
Some acquire 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 and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin
New dudes is whack, some is has-been's
Some were Top 20, till I crept passed 'em
It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it
Cold out, Johns still dealin' it nigga
Still it nigga
If I only get 'em two times, just know it was the nigga
It's YAK music, don't know how to act music
my Kanye on, puttin' out "Crack Music"
Car jack music, got what they music
Send my little man, get rid of the music
That I'm back music, click clack music
A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music
Now who said they fuckin' me
They just said that with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)