Luyện nghe bài hát Isn't He Something

Once it's the man with the flavor
It's lord finesse so run and tell your
So stop sleeping and out the style I'm freaking
I stomp and give hoes the silent treatment
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 shit that biters can't swallow
Mics get lit up as as I get up
Opponents I hit up, make em quit and to give up
I'm kicking a party kung fu
Snatching all the girls as as I say "one two"
Brothers think I'm new, but dead for instance
I was into rap they could form a sentence
I'm finally getting mine coming up the far way
So nowadays I lounge and parlay
I'm hip to music, whether jazz or
I'm the type to make anything funky
I like to talk and and go and flow
Ayo, some brothers just don't
That I can take on any played out style
Rhymes so deadly you should put in a crack vile
I a rhyme as soon 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 finesse for nothing

"it's the l-o-r-d double s-e"
"all the party people say he something" (repeat 2x)

Here we go, it's the grand
With the hip material to blow stereo
I sound different and my be hitting
It's the technician pay attention, listen
I flow smoothly like a in a movie
that choose me say that I'm a cutie
Rough like a fistfight when I'm this mic
So keep your lips if you can't keep your shit tight
You can't beat this, yet top this
I hold the crowd saddam hold a hostage
I get ferocious so I approach
The girls are like the cream from a hostess
Yeah, I the cash flow
In a fight I throw the and the last blow
So those that's you'd better be packing
I catch a wreck like a whole mob
I with quickness, mc's are too slow to get this
I preach on the mic a jehovah's witness
me a mic, watch me saw
Not daddy kane or murphy, but I get raw
To different tempos, a or a slow one
Me a wack mc? it takes one to know one
Rhymes with the quickness and swiftness so and get with this
Or be your business
Always got to keep the crowd jumping
Ayo, they don't me lord finesse for nothing

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

I get to make mc's step back
Brothers try and diss me but I don't sweat
I'm able to stop a crew, pass any
I'm not bobby brown, but I wanna rock with you
Smooth rap maestro, like a psycho
Step to this and get sparked a light show
I flip like an acrobat, kicking rhymes back to
Even with faster raps there's more after that
This is the technician and the one man
Who burn mc's than a suntan
So the of struggling, that's behind me, son
I got some shit for ass in '91
So step as I flow onward, man
Listen, I turn a party into a concert
Brothers biting pope, crazy I wrote
I don't get mad, just prove they take notes
Suckers that lack this can't this or match this
They practice with they played out tactics
I stand ahead of them, the rap veteran
any crowd like a dose of exederin
When it comes to with mics I can hold mine
First album was dope, second one be a goldmine
I party people say "isn't he something"
Cause yo, 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)