Luyện nghe bài hát Hair Blows/The Brown Stains Of Darkeese Latifah Part 6-12 [Remix]/Special/Yellow

Oh, you the man, huh?
Oh, you be fucking bitches, counting all the bands,
Oh, you be trapping out the selling grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, lean, and popping Xans, huh?
You see, that's the bullshit that I don't
I'm y'all niggas, y'all ain't fucking with me
See, I in the mirror and he said, "You are the man"
And I said, "Hey man, I agree"

Rocks on rainbow, a nice fellow
Your neck reflects personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I hate
They they got thirty seconds, Jared Leto
they see some halos, and I reload the ammo
Boy is Wang-o, and that's the squad I bang-o
I my fucking [?]
Now reload the aim-o

Can't a nigga get fucking chaos in hurr?
the truth in the [?]
And you can get your ass [?] like a kick in the
my niggy, you know I'm good [?]
That boy's not that bad, enh, it's no
the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no homo
We black out, and go hard JoJo and fuckin' Diggy
No in this series, and I just want Iggy, man
We Batmen since Batman have a sidekick
Catch me in some vans like one of soccer mamas
And them blue like that family went to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
You can't bitch, I'm a
You get fucked up the thoughts this side of my noggin
Going than the quidditch in Harry Potter
All my got one black in it like Larry David
And I'm that
Meaning I'm two
I'm schizo, Lowe, my motherfucking bingo
Pink and yellow on my neck you of my dickhole
And I don't really fuck with you niggas, out to Jim Crow

Don't get offended, love being
23 with the and I don't got no tenants
And I don't sports, but the court got a tennis
Is that diamonds on your neck? Stay the out my bidness
See, that's the cherry bomb, get my on
That's McLaren, '91 out the
Motors Flog Gnaw, on, fuck your Jordans
Went from throwing up to throwing (Yeah, nigga!)

Boy, I'm a sicko, flacko but kinda macho, boy
I got some vatos [?], he kinda loco
a [?] pistol, we splitting nachos
Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] some just like a taco
So your goggles, nigga
Taco Tuesday, you don't want of that
you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was running that
Nigga took the store from us, yeah, all of that
(Man, he took the store)

Crack a cracker a barrel
Gang bang tattoos, this ain't a rag
[?] got me crazy
heavy, sag to the left
With the strapped, no face mask, nigga, just toe tags
the blunts getting past ya
Ain't worried bout no niggas,
Grieve over suckers, gunpowder on my
Call the ambulance, I'm from the era of crip
You was
You wanna be me,

Cuz is wack when he raps, and what he rap, he ain't
Top Dawg, Gang, smell the cat on your tongue
Pussy boy you fucked over, nigga, control gums
Teeth missing, moms' won't recognize face when it's done
My square homie's license, double in my trunk
Mind, power, body, and soul, we handcuffs
Got a strike on my record, double cups, and
You want the life like us, you to crip that coast
You want to steer wheel
You want to that kil'
who am I?