Luyện nghe bài hát Isn't He Something

Once again it's the man the flavor
It's lord so run and tell your neighbors
So stop and check out the style I'm freaking
I stomp opponents and give hoes the treatment
Forget striking out, I'm hitting slams
Taking opponents off the stage like the
After apollo I'm the one to now
I the shit that biters can't swallow down
get lit up as soon as I get up
Opponents I hit up, make em quit and to give up
I'm kicking a like kung fu
all the girls as soon as I say "one two"
Brothers I'm new, but they're dead 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, jazz or country
I'm the to make anything sound funky
I like to and shout and go and flow
Ayo, some just don't know
That I can on any played out wack style
Rhymes so deadly you should put in a crack vile
I kick a rhyme as as you say when
So hype on the mic, I finish 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 f-i-n-e s-e"
"all the party people say he something" (repeat 2x)

we go, it's the grand imperial
With the hip material to blow stereo
I sound different and my be hitting
It's the technician pay attention, listen
I smoothly like a scene in a movie
Girls that me say that I'm a cutie
Rough like a when I'm holding this mic
So keep your lips if you can't keep your shit tight
You beat this, better yet top this
I hold the crowd saddam hold a hostage
I get ferocious so I this
The girls are like the cream from a hostess
Yeah, I keep the cash
In a fight I throw the and the last blow
So those that's yakking you'd better be
I catch a wreck like a mob attacking
I with quickness, mc's are too slow to get this
I on the mic like a jehovah's witness
Give me a mic, me saw
Not kane or eddie murphy, but I get raw
To tempos, a fast 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 your business
got something to keep the crowd jumping
Ayo, they 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)

I get to make mc's step back
Brothers try and diss me but I don't that
I'm able to stop a crew, pass any
I'm not bobby brown, but I still wanna with you
Smooth rap maestro, wild a psycho
Step to this and get sparked a light show
I flip like an acrobat, kicking back to back
Even faster raps there's still more after that
is the funky technician and the one man
Who burn mc's than a suntan
So the days of struggling, behind me, son
I got some for that ass in '91
So step as I flow onward, man
Listen, I turn a party into a concert
Brothers biting pope, crazy rhymes I
I don't get mad, that just prove they notes
Suckers that lack this can't this or match this
They need practice with played out tactics
I stand ahead of them, the smooth rap
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 make 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 say isn't he something" (repeat 4x)