Luyện nghe bài hát Dumb Out

I'm between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream
Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same
I'm between the real and the fakeness
The red pill, blue pill, real of the
And I take this
If the game a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift
And everything I say in pages
Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate
Cause I'll be debatin it, it's a bit
Like it's an air virus, and shits contagious
I'm like niggaz actually play this
I'm buggin out, maybe I'm on a spaceship
See I was on my out chill shit
The way Mouse kills shit, I'm just to lay out real shit
Besides, dudes styles remind me of spinnin rims
That shit got played out real
See some him off, some said he was done
Made a joke of, hope he the run
I don't enjoy bein shunned, so I'm as Neo
Fans enjoyed The One, me as begun
I had the whole hood thinkin' he never eat
Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never
I heard it if you it
You wrote it on online then I read it, now I match it bet it
Cause I clearly
Once "Pump It Up" stopped soarin, there's a few fuckers stopped callin
See I remember shit spread cancer
I would folks said, folk ain't answer
A few chicks runnin started pullin pants up
A few stopped actin like my dancer
But a lightbulb hit they started to neglect me
See there I was, thinkin' I was all that

Can't be finished, nigga I beg ya pard'
I just let niggaz get a head
I to the finish, y'all sprint out chase
Nah sprint out pace, and I'll win the race
See I'm
Other niggaz starts wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin
You got the crown, pass off Stockton
time to work, I'm offically clocked in
He is a problem, weavin and
Through the speculation that his tried to drop him
I can't leave, though there's big options
Kev signed me, to keep this shit rockin'
ask me how I'm doin, I been better
Stuck in cold February, a thin sweater
I'm far from a "YES" man, I'm a trend
It's no games, just a Def Jam
put niggaz in the same sink as me
I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, shit, world shit
don't use to ink like me
Niggaz even THINK like me
Who sees I'm watchin, he ain't poppin'
Don't deserve to drink water from the tub I wash in
WAIT, start again, it's a privilege to breath the air that I farted in
want no parts with him
I niggaz categorize me
If my on a mixtape, then capitalize me
I been stopped goin' to Awards
Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is
I had other ideas, while loot
I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a
See I'm thinking
Sunglasses on, with my On Top and a bad bitch handy
Each day there's a "W", it felt heaven
I'm at an house, that felt like neckin'
R&B on, looked and felt like
me headache 'til I felt like an Excedrin
Talk fly
until I bought every pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes
And dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx
Trying to sound somebody that already died
The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of wit 'em
Your first ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em
Now if you sell 5 mill, they had enough of 'em
Let me find out Hip turnin' Republican
I'll sum it up to he is about
Still new to most, still feelin' him out
Things were type bland, Joey him out
I'm the nicest dude out "Reasonable Doubt"
Say it so
Rest In Peace Luther, some other niggaz gay on the low
So live, who can see 'em, no guy
I'm the Mets, was to be ill in '05
As ill as the flow gets, need a a dosage
So if you can't tell, I'm for '06
About to OD, that know me
Can tell you I'm bout to make shit like it's '03
like '99
No should be mentioned but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime
Maybe '96 Jay, before was throwin' money around
Or 2pac without Humpty
Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his
Cam'ron "Children Of The Corn"
Beans before the cops came through and try to 'em
I'm talkin '95, Big L before killed 'em
Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the jail
Canibus, no out before the L shit
bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke
Or Cuban Linx, Raekwon and Ghost
I do it all, who so well in the game
Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his
On my shit, Memphis Grizzly shit
Like in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit
Rappers don't trouble with I
Unless it's Kass before the D.W.I
Or with Mos, Common before "Be"
If any less common, don't put 'em before me
See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a
Chill Joe stop it, skills for you, don't pop shit
jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit
I call bootleg cable, it's no box shit
All black, lookin' grimey in the
on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out
I toast somethin' tiny blaow
Ain't gotta see Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth
I probably fool cats, I don't ride out in some big car
In the streets, I am some big star
And young mother fuckers, is about to fuck up
Like leavin' they whole in some bitch car
No names, but it's no
Nigga you know who you are, I'll end it before it too far
pub still fucked, you a liar money
Joe's still spendin "Pump It Up", "Fire"
Glock for hire money, try to mug me
ASCAP, maybe B.M.I for money
Please, what's wrong wit 'em, somethin' ain't the wit 'em
too many dudes out there, out performin 'em
Some acquire these skills, I was wit 'em
Street's askin' takin' so long wit 'em
Jump Off, I'm the to happen
He's the answer, the got the next in rappin'
I you ask 'em
If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the and a napkin
New dudes is whack, some vet's is
were Top 20, till I crept right passed 'em
It's a wrap, Joey it nigga
Cold out, Long Johns dealin' it nigga
peelin' it nigga
If I only get 'em two times, just it was the dilinger nigga
It's that YAK music, know how to act music
Gettin' my Kanye on, out "Crack Music"
Car jack music, got what lack music
Send my man, get rid of the pack music
That I'm back music, that clack music
That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and music
Now who they fuckin' with me
They just said that fuckin' with me, didn't mean it (NAH)