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, all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be out the bando selling grams, huh?
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, 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, Ben's a nice
Your neck reflects yout personality, and is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I Legos
They know they got thirty seconds, Leto
Before they see some halos, and I reload the
Boy is Wang-o, and that's the squad I bang-o
I tell my [?]
Now lets reload the

a nigga get some fucking chaos in hurr?
Want the in the [?]
And you can get your ass [?] like a kick in the
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you know I'm [?]
That boy's not that bad, enh, no biggy
It's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no
We black out, and go hard like JoJo and fuckin'
No ship in this series, and I just Iggy, man
We been Batmen since Batman have a
Catch me in some vans like one of them mamas
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 side of my
Going harder than the quidditch in Potter
All my shows got one in it like Larry David
And I'm that
I'm two niggas
I'm schizo, Lowe, my motherfucking bingo
Pink and yellow on my neck you of my dickhole
And I don't really 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 like sports, but the court got a
Is diamonds on your neck? Stay the fuck out my bidness
See, the cherry bomb, get my burr on
That's McLaren, '91 out the
Motors Flog Gnaw, Vans on, fuck your
Went throwing up to throwing carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)

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

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

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