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, drinking lean, and Xans, huh?
You see, that's the bullshit that I 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, a nice fellow
Your neck reflects personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I Legos
know they got thirty seconds, Jared Leto
Before they see halos, and I reload the ammo
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and that's the I bang-o
I my fucking [?]
Now reload the aim-o

Can't a nigga get some chaos in hurr?
the truth in the [?]
And you can get your ass [?] a kick in the snare
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you know I'm [?]
That not that 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 ship in this series, and I want Iggy, man
We been Batmen since Batman have a
Catch me in some vans one of them soccer mamas
And bitches blue like that family went to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
You can't bitch, I'm a
You get fucked up like the this side of my noggin
Going harder than the in Harry Potter
All my shows got one black in it like Larry
And I'm that
I'm two niggas
I'm schizo, Lowe, my motherfucking bingo
Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my
And I don't fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow

Don't get offended, love darkskinned
23 the crib 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
McLaren, '91 out the Chevron
Motors Flog Gnaw, Vans on, fuck Jordans
Went from throwing up to throwing (Yeah, nigga!)

Boy, I'm a sicko, flacko nigga but macho, boy
I got some vatos [?], he kinda loco
a [?] pistol, we splitting nachos
Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] some shells like a taco
So grab goggles, nigga
Taco Tuesday, you don't want of that
Have you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was running
Nigga took the from us, yeah, fuck all of that
(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
Still the blunts past ya
Ain't bout no niggas, nigga
Grieve over suckers, 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, the cat on your tongue
Pussy boy you over, nigga, control your gums
Teeth missing, moms' recognize your face when it's done
My square homie's license, 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 need to crip that
You to steer that wheel
You to smoke that kil'
who am I?