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, the bullshit that I don't need
I'm telling y'all niggas, 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 yout personality, and mine is
Boy, I hit the block, like I Legos
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 some fucking chaos in
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, no biggy
the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no homo
We black out, and go hard like JoJo and Diggy
No ship in this series, and I just Iggy, man
We been Batmen since have 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 this of my noggin
Going harder than the quidditch in Potter
All my shows got one black in it Larry David
And I'm that
Meaning I'm two
I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my motherfucking
Pink and yellow on my 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 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 fuck out my
See, that's the bomb, get my burr on
That's McLaren, '91 out the
Flog Gnaw, Vans on, fuck your Jordans
Went from throwing up to throwing (Yeah, nigga!)

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

a cracker with a barrel
Gang bang tattoos, this a Louis rag
[?] got me crip
heavy, sag to the left
With the belt strapped, no face mask, nigga, just toe
the blunts getting past ya
Ain't bout no niggas, nigga
over suckers, gunpowder on my knuckles
Call the ambulance, I'm the era of crip walking
You was
You be me, huh?

Cuz is wack he raps, and what he rap, he ain't done
Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on your
Pussy boy you fucked over, nigga, control your
Teeth missing, moms' won't recognize your face it's done
My homie's license, double life 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 to crip that coast
You want to steer that
You want to smoke that
who am I?