Luyện nghe bài hát Mellow My Man

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Yes, The Roots layin' back,
Coolin' out with my man be
We call him
YaknowhatI'msayin? We in
Mo Al B. Sure, for your pleasure
Aiyyo it
We about to it on some ol' laid back, mellow my man tip
We gon' set it like
Yo it

Bust it, La Di Da Di, who likes to
Slick Rick the Ruler I'm cooler than a ice brick
Got soul like those afro picks, the black fist
And leave a crowd like John the Baptist, it's
The of that "Oh shit!"
The skits I kick, flows catfish
And got many on the blacklist
I'm sharp as a cactus plus, quick to bust gymnastic
Us, Roots is really to that rap shit
Now holla to the scholarly, street that follow me
Back to the Soul with packs of rap colonies
Max that, Objects is mad abstract, make Shadrach
Offender to go like Meshach, Black
the nappy cat a bookworm shoe styles like sperm
Cool as Malcolm Little with conch a la perm
The herb sticks like wicks, and flips when I slaps the
Of my mellow my man, be

Here I goes, best to know the flower
The professional, best in skills that kills so uhh
Whoa, slow down you go down (sissy)
Trixie is Agatha Christie your slain and know now
contender, Malik's the axe offender
Critique me so uniquely with mystique so deep within the
Microphones I grip, psych with poems so's I throats
Put him in a quote, when he
They sayin', isn't it, is it the that did it?
wreck with the tech, make you jump and say 'ribbit'
I exhibit many forms, the corny forms
(And in, your neighborhood) on the norms
Capture, was to, ya
Manu-facture, you can even ask Anita about the,
I figured, perhaps ya, a say it
For my my man

The way we do it like
That, for my my man
like that for my mellow my man
No no we do it that
This, for my my man
It's like for my mellow my man
No no we do it like
That, for my my man
It's like for my mellow man
No no we do it that
This, for my my man
It's like for my mellow my man

Yo, I got spunk, plus
And Jump Punks, to Get Beat Down
Turn that heat down, I'm cool
than the pool than Wilt the Stilt
Damn near drowned in clowns bounce to
Thoughts pound
And brown's, my complexion Southern
My is Jex, I
Sweats no sex, cause kid gets
Grits n shit, it's flex to that was crazed
your heart spit up, dip dup damn
Yo I it but
Back is the Black Man
Manic mad musician, of noise
That's jocked, by homeboys
I my flocks of sheep, it's the slickest shepherd around
I was lost but was found, now I down
Philly to the Apple I, stop and holla tunes and then hit
Up-town, Diggin Planets they get Earthbound
I kick the tunes for you and yours, when I pass the can
To my my man, Malik be

Whoa, shucks, my nuc snuff (uh-huh)
Abruptly I erupt, to destruct,
In wax I like to smack em, em as I cap em
Change my name to Saran or Reynolds then I em
Negroes know we be to my borough
my ass is so thorough, like Levert Gerald
Too to be sterile
So I the greats (say what?)
Bust the Pacino's, I won't them
Even though I lust them shapes -- for retail prices
Twice this nice, this witch sure does her
I won't smirk, cause my name's not
The voice with the choice, she does a circle
You want to turn and your eyes, and try to plagiarize
But I ya, slaughtered ya and slayed ya
Microphones I grip equipped to the hyp-ocrites
And nit-wits, with skits, them ain't
That was a curse, but I divide it in
Gets the airplay, no fair play, you're feelin the
Of Malik, aiyyo get tragic, negroes that get
Because I have the to smoke rabbits like a addict
So if you can not rap I just slap YOU
If you wants to pick up on your be shows the chrome
And we cap, YOU
It's too bad, dem cyan't understand de true
For my my man

The way we do it this
That, for my my man
It's like that for my my man
No no we do it that
This, for my my man
It's this for my mellow my man
No no we do it this
That, for my my man
It's that for my mellow man
No no we do it that
This, for my my man
It's this for my mellow my man

I think it's for my my man, uh
My mellow my man,
My my man, uh
My mellow my man,
My my man, uh
My mellow my man,
My my man my mellow my man my mellow my man my mellow my man
For Storch, my mellow my man
Leonard on the bass, my mellow my man
B.R.O.T.H.E.R. ? on the drums, my my man
Gotta end it on the one, my my man
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