Luyện nghe bài hát Isn't He Something

Once it's the man with the flavor
It's lord 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 grand slams
Taking opponents off the like the sandman
After I'm the one to follow now
I kick the shit biters can't swallow down
Mics get lit up as as I get up
Opponents I hit up, make em quit and want to up
I'm kicking a party kung fu
all the girls as soon as I say "one two"
Brothers I'm new, but they're dead for instance
I was rap before they could form a sentence
I'm finally getting mine after up the far way
So nowadays I just and parlay
I'm hip to music, whether or country
I'm the type to make sound funky
I like to talk and shout and go and
Ayo, some brothers just know
That I can take on any played out wack
Rhymes so you should put them in a crack vile
I kick a rhyme as soon as you say
So hype on the mic, when I you say "amen"
I'm not the type to go fronting
Ayo, they don't call me lord finesse for

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

we go, it's the grand imperial
With the hip to blow your stereo
I sound and my shit be hitting
It's the funky technician pay attention,
I flow smoothly a scene in a movie
Girls that choose me say I'm a cutie
Rough like a fistfight when I'm this mic
So keep your lips tight if you can't keep your shit
You can't this, better yet top this
I hold the crowd saddam hold a hostage
I get so I approach this
The girls are sweet like the from a hostess
Yeah, I keep the cash
In a fight I throw the and the last blow
So those yakking you'd better be packing
I a wreck like a whole mob attacking
I with quickness, mc's are too slow to get this
I preach on the mic a jehovah's witness
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 one to know one
Rhymes with the quickness and so come and get with this
Or be about business
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 people say isn't he something" (repeat 4x)

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

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