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 style I'm
I stomp opponents and give hoes the silent
Forget striking out, I'm hitting grand
opponents off the stage like the sandman
After apollo I'm the one to now
I kick the shit that can't swallow down
get lit up as soon as I get up
Opponents I hit up, make em and want to give up
I'm kicking a party like fu
all the girls as soon as I say "one two"
Brothers think I'm new, but dead for instance
I was into rap before they could form a
I'm getting mine after coming up the far way
So I just lounge and parlay
I'm hip to music, jazz or country
I'm the type to make anything sound
I like to talk and shout and go and
Ayo, brothers just don't know
That I can take on any out wack style
Rhymes so deadly you should put in a crack vile
I kick a as soon as you say when
So hype on the mic, I finish you say "amen"
I'm not the type to go around
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, the grand imperial
With the hip material to blow your
I sound different and my be hitting
the funky technician pay attention, listen
I flow smoothly like a scene in a
that choose me say that I'm a cutie
Rough like a fistfight when I'm this mic
So your lips tight if you can't keep your shit tight
You beat this, better yet top this
I hold the crowd like saddam hold a
I get so I approach this
The girls are like the cream from a hostess
Yeah, I the cash flow
In a fight I throw the first and the last
So that's yakking you'd better be packing
I catch a wreck a whole mob attacking
I flow with quickness, 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? it takes one to know one
Rhymes the quickness and swiftness so come and get with this
Or be about your
got something to keep the crowd jumping
Ayo, they don't call me 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 don't sweat
I'm able to a crew, pass any obsticle
I'm not bobby brown, but I still wanna with you
Smooth rap maestro, like a psycho
Step to this and get sparked like a show
I flip like an acrobat, rhymes back to back
Even with faster raps there's still after that
This is the funky and the one man
Who mc's quicker than a suntan
So the days of struggling, behind me, son
I got some for that ass in '91
So step back as I onward, man
Listen, I turn a house party into a
Brothers pope, crazy rhymes I wrote
I don't get mad, that prove they take notes
Suckers that this can't catch this or match this
They need practice with they out tactics
I ahead of them, the smooth rap veteran
any crowd like a dose of exederin
When it comes to fights with mics I can hold
First album was dope, second one be a goldmine
I party people say "isn't he something"
Cause yo, they don't call me finesse for nothing

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