Luyện nghe bài hát Isn't He Something

Once again it's the man the flavor
It's lord finesse so run and tell neighbors
So sleeping and check out the style I'm freaking
I stomp opponents and give hoes the treatment
Forget striking out, I'm hitting grand
opponents off the stage like the sandman
After I'm the one to follow now
I kick the that biters can't swallow down
Mics get lit up as as I get up
I hit up, make em quit and want to give up
I'm kicking a like kung fu
all the girls as soon as I say "one two"
Brothers think I'm new, but they're dead for
I was into rap before they could form a
I'm finally getting mine coming up the far way
So nowadays I just and parlay
I'm hip to music, whether jazz or
I'm the type to anything sound funky
I like to talk and and go and flow
Ayo, brothers just don't know
I can take on any played out wack style
Rhymes so deadly you should put them in a crack
I kick a rhyme as as you say when
So hype on the mic, 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 people say he something" (repeat 2x)

Here we go, it's the imperial
With the hip material to blow your
I different and my shit be hitting
It's the funky technician pay attention,
I flow smoothly like a in a movie
Girls that choose me say I'm a cutie
Rough a fistfight when I'm holding this mic
So keep your tight if you can't keep your shit tight
You can't this, better yet top this
I hold the like saddam hold a hostage
I get ferocious so I this
The are sweet like the cream from a hostess
Yeah, I keep the cash
In a I throw the first and the last blow
So those yakking you'd better be packing
I catch a wreck like a 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 kane or murphy, but I get raw
To different tempos, a or a slow one
Me a wack mc? well it takes one to one
Rhymes with the quickness and swiftness so come and get with
Or be about your
Always got to keep the crowd jumping
Ayo, they don't call me lord for nothing

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

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

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