Luyện nghe bài hát Mellow My Man

One two
Yes, The Roots back, real-xin
out with my man Malik 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' back, mellow my man tip
We gon' set it this
Yo it

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

Here I goes, negroes best to the flower
The professional, best in those skills that so uhh
Whoa, slow down you go down (sissy)
Trixie is Agatha Christie your slain and know now
Next contender, the axe offender
me so uniquely with mystique that's so deep within the
Microphones I grip, psych with poems I slits throats
Put him in a quote, he croaks
They sayin', isn't it, is it the negro did it?
'Cause with the tech, make you jump and say 'ribbit'
I exhibit many forms, prohibit the forms
(And in, your neighborhood) on the norms
Capture, was to, ya
Manu-facture, you can even ask Anita the, rapture
I figured, ya, a say it slam
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 like
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 like 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 Punks, to Get Beat Down
Turn heat down, I'm crazy cool
Deeper than the pool than the Stilt
Damn near drowned in clowns bounce to
Thoughts pound
And brown's, my complexion section
My is Jex, I
Sweats no sex, cause this kid
Grits n shit, flex to drains that was crazed
When your heart spit up, dip dup
Yo I it but
Back is the Boogey Man
Manic mad musician, of noise
jocked, by your homeboys
I rocks my flocks of sheep, the slickest shepherd around
I was lost but was found, now I gets
From Philly to the Apple I, stop and holla and then hit
Up-town, Diggin when 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 ducks (uh-huh)
I erupt, to destruct, deducts
In wax I like to em, stroke em as I cap em
my name to Saran or Reynolds then I Wrap em
Negroes know we be to my borough
Cause my ass is so thorough, Levert Gerald
Too to be sterile
So I the greats (say what?)
Bust the Pacino's, I trust them
though I lust them shapes -- females for retail prices
Twice this nice, this witch sure does her
I smirk, cause my name's not Urkel
The voice with the choice, she does a circle
You want to turn and page eyes, and try to plagiarize
But I ya, slaughtered ya and slayed ya
Microphones I grip to flip the hyp-ocrites
And nit-wits, with skits, them ain't
That was a curse, but I it in half
Gets the airplay, no fair play, feelin the wrath
Of Malik, aiyyo get tragic, that 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 nose 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 like
That, for my my man
It's 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
like that for my mellow man
No no we do it that
This, for my my man
like this for my mellow my man

I it's for my mellow my man, uh
My mellow my man,
My my man, uh
My my man, right
My my man, uh
My mellow my man,
My mellow my man my mellow my man my mellow my man my my man
For Scott Storch, my 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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