Luyện nghe bài hát Dumb Out

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

Can't be finished, what I beg ya pard'
I just let get a head start
I walk to the finish, y'all out chase
Nah out pace, and I'll still win the race
See I'm
Other niggaz legs wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin
You got the crown, pass off Stockton
It's time to work, I'm clocked in
He is a problem, weavin and
Through the that his label tried to drop him
I can't leave, even there's big options
Kev only signed me, to keep shit rockin'
Don't ask me how I'm doin, I been
Stuck in cold February, a thin sweater
I'm far a "YES" man, I'm a trend setter
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
They use to ink like me
Niggaz don't THINK like me
Who sees what I'm watchin, he ain't
Don't deserve to drink water the tub that I wash in
WAIT, start again, it's a privilege to the same air that I farted in
They no parts with him
I dare categorize me
If my name's on a mixtape, then me
I been goin' to Mixtape Awards
Don't need them to me, the mixtapes is yours
I had other ideas, while hittin'
I'm red carpet, I went and copped a suit
See I'm Grammy's
Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch
day there's a "W", it felt like heaven
I'm at an actress's house, that felt like
R&B on, and felt like Meagan
Gave me headache 'til I like an Excedrin
very fly
Least until I bought every pie, me bein' war in my eyes
And dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx
Trying to sound like somebody already died
The kid keep a snub wit 'em, pair of gloves wit 'em
Your first ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em
Now if you don't sell 5 mill, they had of 'em
Let me find out Hip turnin' Republican
I'll sum it up to he is about
Still new to most, they feelin' him out
Things were type bland, seasoned him out
I'm the nicest out since "Reasonable Doubt"
Say it so
Rest In Luther, there's 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, a pill a dosage
So if you can't tell, I'm for '06
About to OD, anybody know me
Can tell you I'm bout to make shit feel like '03
like '99
No names should be 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
during "Children Of The Corn"
Beans before the came through and try to grill 'em
I'm talkin '95, Big L they killed 'em
Em before 8 Mile, Shyne the jail shit
Canibus, no album out the L shit
Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was wit coke
Or Cuban Linx, with 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 back in the day Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit
Rappers don't need trouble I
Unless it's Rass before the D.W.I
Or Talib Mos, Common before "Be"
If they any less common, put 'em before me
See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a
Chill Joe stop it, skills speak for you, pop shit
jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit
I call that bootleg cable, it's no box
All black, lookin' in the crowd
Heat on him, no shirt, try me when I'm out
I toast tiny that'll blaow
Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you somethin' shiney in your mouth
I probably fool cats, cause I don't out in some big car
In the streets, I am some big star
And these young mother fuckers, is about to up
Like leavin' they whole career in bitch car
No names, but it's no
Nigga you who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far
Your pub still fucked, you a liar
still spendin "Pump It Up", "Fire" money
Glock for hire money, try to mug me
Call ASCAP, B.M.I for money
Please, what's wrong wit 'em, somethin' ain't the wit 'em
Ain't too dudes out there, out performin 'em
acquire these skills, I was born wit 'em
Street's askin' what's takin' so wit 'em
Jump Off, I'm the best to
the answer, the who's 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, vet's is has-been's
were Top 20, till I crept right passed 'em
It's a wrap, Joey it nigga
Cold out, Long Johns dealin' it nigga
Still peelin' it
If I only get 'em two times, just know it was the nigga
It's that YAK music, don't know how to act
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 click clack
A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music
Now who said they with me
They just said that with me, they didn't mean it (NAH)