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

Oh, you the motherfucking man,
Oh, you be bitches, counting all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be trapping out the bando selling grams,
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and Xans, huh?
You see, that's the bullshit I don't need
I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all 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 reflects yout personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I Legos
They they got thirty seconds, Jared Leto
Before they see 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 some fucking in hurr?
Want the in the [?]
And you can get your ass [?] like a in the snare
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you know I'm [?]
That boy's not bad, enh, it's no biggy
the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no homo
We black out, and go hard like JoJo and fuckin'
No ship in this series, and I want Iggy, man
We been Batmen since Batman a sidekick
Catch me in some vans like one of them soccer
And them bitches blue like that family went to the Dodgers, 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 like David
And I'm nigga
I'm two niggas
I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my bingo
Pink and yellow on my neck you of my dickhole
And I really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow

Don't get offended, love being
23 with the crib and I 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, the cherry bomb, get my burr on
That's McLaren, '91 out the
Motors Gnaw, Vans on, fuck your Jordans
Went throwing up to throwing carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)

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

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

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