Luyện nghe bài hát U da Man

f/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc,
[ VERSE 1: 5ft. ]
What, comes the muthafuckin 5
Patch a crooked I, straight out of Bed-Stuy
9-19, I
When I wanna puff a mad l I got the hidden in my sleeve
Then I call my man
Then we start the El and pick us up a fat bag of drills
Always the nine cocked
Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead
a nigga from a chin
Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he it a sin

[ 2: Big Dru Ha ]
Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the
Bushwick to White Plains, the in seven days and
Back in with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion
Wanna flex next, one, that's all she wrote
Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the
Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, I vanish
I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm
Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in
Niggaz losin dough so now gots to bet a kilo
Mines for the takin, fakin when I kick it
Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so lick it
Rip it the back, bust a nut in her crack
Big Dru Ha lye and I'm out, black

[ (2X) ]
Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man
Now you the man, now you the man

[ VERSE 3: ]
Niggaz it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons
When I the streets I pack a Tec for protection
You the deal, nowadays shit is real
Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas chill
Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get
Front on my crew and get bust open like a Philly
Punk on the mic get violated
A rhyme ain't a if it ain't crime-related
I'm raps like a nigga bustin caps
I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the facts
niggaz out with my black Timbs
Leavin crippled with artificial limbs
A slug in the cause you tried to sham
You thought you was the man, you coward

[ 4: Tek ]
I'm with my ill troopin down Atlantic Av
Three blunts still plus weed in the stash
Timb boots as the l gets sparked
Play the (? ) from the street, flames movin in the dark
I've had it up to here y'all weak-ass rappers
Bucktown, of the Originoo Gun Clappaz
The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin
Smif the forces if you punks try to rob me
And I got his back, leave your lyin flat
It's time to up, guard your grill, fuck that
Timberlands up the ass of A&R's
You gettin tryin to cover up the scars
You pussy (? ) bwoy, (? ) watch where ya
Smif-N-Wessun comin, you know who's the man

[ (2X) ]
Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man
Now you the man, now you the man

[ VERSE 5: ]
These is crazy, but I get real rough, no question
Runnin with Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun
The boy's crazy, boys Mobb Deep
in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat
Bits and pieces when I the boom
These type of tunes kept me consumed in a
Now I rock with Buckshot, the fuck, ock
I got props so you can get the fat cock

[ VERSE 6: Buckshot ]
I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're for me
Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em
About the flow when you rip and stick it you must get wicked
Never to (? ) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see
Straight the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie
Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi upon di mic
You gwan fall like di Babylon on
Taught by my nigga how you shoe-lace
Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who
up and up, side up and up, black
Yo chill, parlay, god, ain't ready for that
They ready for that
Everybody wan fly and get but nobody wan die, why

Hey yo up, kid
That's not bullshit
Word,

[ (4X) ]
Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man
Now you the man, now you the man