Luyện nghe bài hát U da Man

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

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

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

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

[ 4: Tek ]
I'm with my ill niggaz troopin Atlantic Av
Three blunts plus there's weed in the stash
boots flop as the l gets sparked
Play the (? ) from the street, flames movin in the dark
I've had it up to here with y'all rappers
Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun
The Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely
Smif joins the if you punks try to rob me
And I got his back, your body lyin flat
time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that
Timberlands bootin up the ass of
You gettin tryin to cover up the scars
You pussy (? ) bwoy, (? ) where ya stand
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 niggaz is crazy, but I get 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 I release the boom
These type of tunes me consumed in a rubberroom
Now I rock Buckshot, what the fuck, ock
I got nuff so you can get the fat cock

[ 6: Buckshot Shorty ]
I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if ready for me
Lawd, you must your hands upon the mic and let em know
About the flow when you rip and it cause you must get wicked
Never hesitate to (? ) gangster, not lyrical prankster, see
from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie
Mi come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic
You gwan like di Babylon on sight
Taught by my Screwface how you shoe-lace
Let my nigga Bass tell me who who place
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 that
Word,

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