Luyện nghe bài hát Isn't He Something

Once again the man with the flavor
lord finesse so run and tell your neighbors
So stop sleeping and check out the I'm freaking
I stomp opponents and give hoes the silent
Forget striking out, I'm grand slams
opponents off the stage like the sandman
After apollo I'm the one to now
I kick the that biters can't swallow down
Mics get lit up as as I get up
Opponents I hit up, make em and want to give up
I'm a party like kung fu
Snatching all the girls as as I say "one two"
Brothers think I'm new, but they're dead for
I was into rap before could form a sentence
I'm getting mine after coming up the far way
So nowadays I just lounge and
I'm hip to music, whether jazz or
I'm the type to make anything funky
I like to and shout and go and flow
Ayo, some brothers don't know
That I can take on any out wack style
Rhymes so deadly you should put them in a vile
I kick a rhyme as as you say when
So on the mic, when I finish you say "amen"
I'm not the to go around fronting
Ayo, they don't call me lord for nothing

"it's the l-o-r-d f-i-n-e s-e"
"all the party say isn't he something" (repeat 2x)

we go, it's the grand imperial
With the hip material to blow stereo
I sound different and my shit be
the funky technician pay attention, listen
I smoothly like a scene in a movie
Girls that choose me say I'm a cutie
Rough like a fistfight I'm holding this mic
So keep your lips tight if you can't keep your tight
You beat this, better yet top this
I hold the crowd like saddam a hostage
I get ferocious so I approach
The are sweet like the cream from a hostess
Yeah, I keep the cash
In a fight I throw the first and the blow
So those that's yakking you'd be packing
I catch a like a whole mob attacking
I flow quickness, mc's are too slow to get this
I preach on the mic like a jehovah's
Give me a mic, me saw
Not daddy or eddie murphy, but I get raw
To different tempos, a or a slow one
Me a mc? well it takes one to know one
Rhymes the quickness and swiftness so come and get with this
Or be about your
Always got something to the crowd jumping
Ayo, don't call me lord finesse for nothing

"it's the l-o-r-d f-i-n-e s-e"
"all the party say isn't he something" (repeat 4x)

I get loose to make mc's back
Brothers try and diss me but I sweat that
I'm to stop a crew, pass any obsticle
I'm not bobby brown, but I wanna rock with you
rap maestro, wild like a psycho
Step to and get sparked like a light show
I flip like an acrobat, kicking rhymes to back
Even with faster raps there's more after that
This is the technician and the one man
Who burn mc's quicker than a
So the days of struggling, behind me, son
I got shit for that ass in '91
So step back as I onward, man
Listen, I turn a party into a concert
Brothers biting pope, crazy rhymes I
I don't get mad, just prove they take notes
Suckers that lack this catch this or match this
They need practice they played out tactics
I stand ahead of them, the smooth rap
any crowd like a dose of exederin
When it comes to fights with I can hold mine
album was dope, second one should be a goldmine
I party people say "isn't he something"
Cause yo, don't call me lord finesse for nothing

"it's the f-i-n-e double s-e"
"all the party people say he something" (repeat 4x)