Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Da Man

[Verse 1 - Bow
Uh, to my on time out
Now I'm my new bitch, knocking her spine out
up more kush, waitress pass a bottle though
Homie a lot of niggas, keep a couple model hoes
I party hard like Sheen
Used to Ferraris, and
money, young money, baby
you already know i get it popping ask lady
Selling out the garden when I want to like
now, killing em, broad of hoes, filling em
Treat em like construction sites, you know that I'm drilling
Half these rappers soft as f-ck, I to god they aint fitting in
Me and chris green house, in Miami hit
In the buy the bar out
Stunna the cars out
Hey, where coming from Bow? fr-fresh off the movie set
(uhhhh-ohhhh) yeah, theres check
Now haters upset
Rappers my age aint done what I've done yet
I aint done yet, this just the beginning
Stepping out that G4, here some new linen fresh
Yes, I'm the mother f-cking
through life, with no regrets
Shit, I aint tripping, no, you know I be
Rico, where you buy shit, doggy got me wigged
Yeah, my game up, and you what?
Do and I dare ya
Rearrange your face, and let some body guard that would it
I'm the best there is and the there was
Like Bret Hart, paul bart, no bart
My bank account and my work ethics, thats setting us apart
game, courtside, me and all my niggas
Kick em out, hands clean, my body guards triggers
My paper on diamonds, paper on midgets
F-ck all my who tend to be telling me
Shit, begging me, with there hands out
But I get no hand out, put me in a room and watch me stand out

[Verse 2 - Brown]
Yeah look, BBC on my head, f-ck a nigga, act a grown up
Everybody know you're a pussy, little nigga get your up
Niggas say your friends, bow wizzle, thats a real nigga
And I'm about to go in, to kill niggas
wanna talk about naked pics
Here, you can shake my hand, you can shake my
june swang low, and my hit the water when I take a piss
I'm talking porno, then I'm five, doggy hit the uh
Then I'm blowing four O's
Yeah, in the with four hoes
mix a Nuvo with the no doughs
See, gotta a all nighter, paper planes, got em high like a sky diver
and now im fucking with em hood niggas
Red and blue nigga, r&b, so whats nigga
I'm out of line, yup yup, I should, nigga
Try to swing, I dare you, I wish you would
Wow, let me down
All these mad cause I took they shine now
I'm at the top now, aint about to climb
You need to give it up, aint 'bout to whine

[Verse 3 - Bow
Why all up in my B.I
Kush and O, I ya
so stressed out, cause this business will kill ya
We get it, paper, fuck haters, fuck blogs
Fuck yall, standing tall, retaliation, sit on
Chris is the prince of RnB, me prince of hip hop
We got it on lock, and we on tour, more whores
Counting money I get bored
Tatted up a mother fuck
Swear to God its too
Yeah, my neck and wrist
Wizzle or just Bow
You already know nigga, shout out to the O
You know I be
cause of depression, homie there aint no question
Get rappers in the business, just put me in to it

I'm the man in this
a flow at least a hundred band in this bitch
I'm the man in this
Bout to blow at least a bands in this bitch