Luyện nghe bài hát Isn't He Something

Once it's the man with the flavor
It's lord finesse so run and tell neighbors
So stop sleeping and check out the style I'm
I stomp opponents and hoes the silent treatment
striking out, I'm hitting grand slams
Taking opponents off the stage the sandman
After I'm the one to follow now
I the shit that biters can't swallow down
get lit up as soon as I get up
Opponents I hit up, em quit 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 they're dead for
I was into rap before they could 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 to make anything sound funky
I to talk and shout and go and flow
Ayo, some just don't know
I can take on any played out wack style
Rhymes so deadly you should put in a crack vile
I kick a rhyme as soon as you say
So on the mic, when I finish you say "amen"
I'm not the to go around fronting
Ayo, don't call 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 stereo
I sound different and my shit be
the funky technician pay attention, listen
I smoothly like a scene in a movie
Girls that me say that I'm a cutie
Rough a fistfight when I'm holding this mic
So keep your lips if you can't keep your shit tight
You can't beat this, better yet top
I the crowd like saddam hold a hostage
I get so I approach this
The girls are sweet like the cream from a
Yeah, I keep the flow
In a I throw the first and the last blow
So those yakking you'd better be packing
I catch a wreck like a whole mob
I with quickness, mc's are too slow 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 different tempos, a fast or a one
Me a wack mc? well it one to know one
Rhymes the quickness and swiftness 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 double s-e"
"all the people say isn't he something" (repeat 4x)

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

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