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 out the bando selling grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, lean, and popping Xans, huh?
You see, that's the bullshit that I need
I'm telling niggas, y'all ain't fucking with me
See, I look in the 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 know got thirty seconds, Jared Leto
Before they see some halos, and I the ammo
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and that's the squad I
I my fucking [?]
Now lets the aim-o

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

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

Boy, I'm a sicko, flacko nigga but macho, boy
I got some vatos [?], he kinda loco
Pack a [?] pistol, we splitting
Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] shells just like a taco
So grab goggles, nigga
Taco Tuesday, you don't want none of
Have you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was running
Nigga the store from us, yeah, fuck all of that
(Man, he really the store)

Crack a cracker with a
Gang tattoos, this ain't a Louis rag
[?] got me crip
Pants heavy, sag to the
With the belt strapped, no face mask, nigga, just toe
Still the getting past ya
worried bout no niggas, nigga
Grieve over suckers, on my knuckles
Call the ambulance, I'm from the era of walking
You was
You be me, huh?

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