Luyện nghe bài hát Mellow My Man

One two
Yes, The Roots back, real-xin
out with my man Malik be
We call him
YaknowhatI'msayin? We in
Mo like Al B. Sure, for pleasure
Aiyyo it
We to flip it on some ol' laid back, mellow my man tip
We gon' set it this
Yo it

Bust it, La Di Da Di, who to party
Like Slick Rick the Ruler I'm cooler a ice brick
Got like those afro picks, with the black fist
And a crowd drippin' like John the Baptist, it's
The of that "Oh shit!"
The skits I kick, flows catfish
And got many emcees on the
I'm sharp as a cactus plus, quick to bust tactics
Us, Roots is really true to that rap
Now holla to the scholarly, skats that follow me
Back to the Soul with packs of rap colonies
Max that, Foreign Objects is mad abstract, make
Offender want to go like Meshach,
Thought the cat a bookworm shoe styles like sperm
Cool as Malcolm Little with conch a la burn
The sticks like wicks, and flips when I slaps the hand
Of my mellow my man, be

Here I goes, negroes to know the flower
The professional, best in those that kills so uhh
Whoa, down before you go down (sissy)
Trixie this is Agatha Christie slain and know now
Next contender, Malik's the axe
Critique me so uniquely with mystique so deep within the
Microphones I grip, psych poems so's I slits throats
Put him in a quote, when he
They sayin', it, is it the negro that did it?
wreck with the tech, make you jump and say 'ribbit'
I exhibit forms, prohibit the corny forms
(And we're in, your neighborhood) on the
Capture, was to, ya
Manu-facture, you can even ask Anita the, rapture
I figured, perhaps ya, a say it
For my my man

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

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

Whoa, shucks, my nuc ducks (uh-huh)
Abruptly I erupt, to destruct,
In wax I like to em, stroke em as I cap em
Change my to Saran or Reynolds then I Wrap em
Negroes know we be to my borough
Cause my ass is so thorough, like Levert
Too strong to be
So I the greats (say what?)
Bust the Pacino's, I won't trust
Even I lust them shapes -- females for retail prices
Twice this nice, this sure does her spices
I won't smirk, cause my name's not
The voice with the multiple choice, she a circle
You want to turn and page eyes, and try to plagiarize
But I degrade ya, slaughtered ya and ya
Microphones I grip to flip the hyp-ocrites
And nit-wits, with tidbit skits, them
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 get dramatic
Because I the habit to smoke rabbits like a addict
So if you can not rap I will just 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 check
For my my man

The way we do it like
That, for my my man
It's like 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 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 like for my mellow my man

I think for my mellow my man, uh
My my man, right
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For Storch, my mellow my man
Hubbard 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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