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 Al B. Sure, for your pleasure
bust it
We about to flip it on ol' laid back, mellow my man tip
We gon' set it this
Yo it

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

Here I goes, negroes best to the flower
The professional, in those skills that kills so uhh
Whoa, slow down you go down (sissy)
this is Agatha Christie your slain and know now
Next contender, Malik's the axe
Critique me so uniquely with that's so deep within the
I grip, psych with poems so's I slits throats
Put him in a quote, when he
They sayin', isn't it, is it the negro did it?
'Cause wreck with the tech, 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 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
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 like
That, for my my man
It's that for my mellow man
No no we do it like
This, for my my man
like this for my mellow my man

Yo, I got spunk, funk
And Like Punks, to Get Beat Down
that heat down, I'm crazy cool
Deeper than the pool than Wilt the
Damn near drowned in clowns bounce to
When pound
And brown's, my section Southern
My is Jex, I
Sweats no sex, this kid gets
Grits n shit, flex to drains that was crazed
When 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 rocks my flocks of sheep, it's the shepherd around
I was lost but was found, now I gets
From Philly to the I, stop and holla tunes and then hit
Up-town, Diggin Planets when get Earthbound
I kick the groovy tunes for you and yours, when I 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
my name to Saran or Reynolds then I Wrap em
Negroes we be furrow to my borough
Cause my ass is so thorough, like Gerald
Too to be sterile
So I the greats (say what?)
the Pacino's, I won't trust them
Even I lust them shapes -- females for retail prices
Twice this nice, this witch sure does her
I won't smirk, cause my name's not
The with the multiple choice, she does a circle
You want to turn and page your eyes, and try to
But I ya, slaughtered ya and slayed ya
Microphones I grip equipped to flip the
And nit-wits, with tidbit skits, ain't
That was a curse, but I it in half
Gets the airplay, no play, you're 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 just YOU
If you wants to pick up on your nose be shows the
And we cap, YOU
too bad, dem cyan't understand de true check
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 like
This, for my my man
It's this 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

I think for my mellow my man, uh
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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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