Luyện nghe bài hát Mellow My Man

One two
Yes, The layin' back, real-xin
Coolin' out with my man be
We him Sla-xon
We in effect
Mo like Al B. Sure, for your
bust it
We about to flip it on some ol' laid back, my man tip
We set it like this
Yo it

it, La Di Da Di, who likes to party
Like Slick Rick the I'm cooler than a ice brick
Got soul like those afro picks, the black fist
And leave a crowd drippin' like John the Baptist,
The of that "Oh shit!"
The skits I kick, like catfish
And got emcees on the blacklist
I'm sharp as a cactus plus, quick to bust gymnastic
Us, Roots is really true to that rap
Now to the scholarly, street 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 nappy cat a shoe styles like sperm
Cool as Malcolm Little with conch a la perm
The herb like wicks, and flips when I slaps the hand
Of my mellow my man, be

Here I goes, best to know the flower
The professional, best in those skills that so uhh
Whoa, slow down before you go (sissy)
Trixie this is Christie your slain and know now
Next contender, the axe offender
Critique me so uniquely with mystique that's so deep the
I grip, psych with 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 many forms, prohibit the corny
(And we're in, neighborhood) on the norms
Capture, was to, ya
Manu-facture, you can even ask about the, rapture
I figured, perhaps ya, a say it
For my my man

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

Yo, I got spunk, funk
And Jump Like Punks, to Get Down
Turn that heat down, I'm crazy
Deeper than the than Wilt the Stilt
Damn near in clowns bounce to sound
When Thoughts
And brown's, my complexion section
My is Jex, I
Sweats no sex, cause this kid
Grits n shit, it's to drains that was crazed
When your heart up, dip dup damn
Yo I it but
Back is the Boogey Man
Manic mad musician, maker of
jocked, by your homeboys
I rocks my flocks of sheep, the slickest shepherd around
I was lost but was found, now I down
From Philly to the Apple I, stop and holla tunes and hit
Up-town, Diggin Planets they get Earthbound
I kick the groovy tunes for you and yours, I pass the can
To my my man, Malik be

Whoa, shucks, my nuc snuff (uh-huh)
I erupt, to destruct, deducts
In wax I to smack em, stroke em as I cap em
Change my name to Saran or Reynolds I Wrap em
Negroes know we be furrow to my
Cause my ass is so thorough, like Levert
Too strong to be
So I impregnates the (say what?)
Bust the Pacino's, I won't trust
Even I lust them shapes -- females for retail prices
Twice this nice, this witch does her spices
I won't smirk, my name's not Urkel
The voice the multiple choice, she does a circle
You want to turn and your eyes, and try to plagiarize
But I degrade ya, slaughtered ya and ya
Microphones I grip equipped to flip the
And nit-wits, tidbit skits, them ain't
was a curse, but I divide it in half
Gets the airplay, no fair play, you're feelin the
Of Malik, aiyyo get tragic, negroes get dramatic
Because I have the habit to rabbits like a addict
So if you can not rap I will slap YOU
If you wants to pick up on your nose be 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
like 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
like this for my mellow my man

I think it's for my my man, uh
My mellow my man,
My my man, uh
My my man, right
My 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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