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 stop sleeping and out the style I'm freaking
I stomp opponents and give the silent treatment
Forget striking out, I'm hitting grand
Taking opponents off the like the sandman
After I'm the one to follow now
I kick the shit biters 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 kung fu
Snatching all the girls as as I say "one two"
Brothers think I'm new, but they're for instance
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 or country
I'm the type to anything sound funky
I to talk and shout and go and flow
Ayo, some brothers don't know
That I can take on any played out 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, when I you say "amen"
I'm not the type to go around
Ayo, they don't 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 2x)

Here we go, it's the grand
With the hip material to blow your
I sound and my shit be hitting
It's the technician pay attention, listen
I flow smoothly like a in a movie
Girls that choose me say that I'm a
Rough like a fistfight I'm holding this mic
So your lips 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 so I approach this
The girls are sweet like the from a hostess
Yeah, I keep the flow
In a fight I throw the and the last blow
So those that's yakking you'd be packing
I catch a wreck like a whole mob
I flow with quickness, mc's are too to get this
I preach on the mic like a jehovah's
me a mic, watch me saw
Not daddy or eddie murphy, but I get raw
To tempos, a fast or a slow one
Me a wack mc? it takes one to know one
with the quickness and swiftness so come and get with this
Or be about business
Always got something to keep the crowd
Ayo, they don't call me lord finesse for

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

I get loose to make mc's step
Brothers try and diss me but I sweat that
I'm able to stop a crew, any obsticle
I'm not bobby brown, but I still rock with you
rap maestro, wild like a psycho
Step to this and get sparked a light show
I flip like an acrobat, kicking back to back
with faster raps there's still more after that
This is the technician and the one man
Who mc's quicker than a suntan
So the of struggling, that's behind me, son
I got some shit for ass in '91
So back as I flow onward, man
Listen, I turn a house party into a
biting pope, crazy rhymes I wrote
I don't get mad, that just prove take notes
Suckers that lack this can't catch or match this
They need practice with played out tactics
I stand of them, the smooth rap veteran
any crowd like a dose of exederin
When it comes to fights with mics I can mine
album was dope, second one should be a goldmine
I make party 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 people say he something" (repeat 4x)