Luyện nghe bài hát U da Man

f/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc,
[ VERSE 1: 5ft. ]
What, here the muthafuckin 5
Patch a crooked I, comin out of Bed-Stuy
9-19, I
I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve
Then I my man Reels
Then we start the El and pick us up a fat bag of drills
Always keep the nine
in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock
Caught a nigga 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
flex next, swing 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, then I
I always get the pussy cause I tell em I'm Spanish
Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in
losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo
Mines for the takin, never fakin when I it
be on my jock, they want 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

[ 3: Havoc ]
Niggaz regret it 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, better chill
Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get
on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly
Punk on the mic get violated
A rhyme a rhyme if it ain't crime-related
I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin
I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin
Stompin niggaz out with my black
Leavin crippled with artificial limbs
A slug in the cause you tried to sham
You you was the man, you fuckin 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 (? ) the street, it's flames movin in the dark
I've had it up to with y'all weak-ass rappers
Bucktown, of the Originoo Gun Clappaz
The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin
joins the forces if you punks try to rob me
And I got his back, leave your body flat
It's time to knuckle up, guard grill, fuck that
bootin up the ass of A&R's
You gettin surgery to cover up the scars
You pussy (? ) bwoy, (? ) watch 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

[ 5: Steele ]
These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no
Runnin with Black Moon, Smif-N-Wessun
The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb
Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a
Bits and pieces I release the boom
These type of tunes kept me consumed in a
Now I with Buckshot, what 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 ready for me
Lawd, you must throw hands upon the mic and let em know
About the when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked
hesitate to (? ) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see
Straight from the head of hittin em real irie
Mi come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic
You gwan fall like di Babylon on
by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace
Let my nigga Bass tell me who who place
Side up and up, up and up, black
Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for
They ready for that
Everybody wan fly and get high but wan die, why

Hey yo up, kid
not that bullshit
Word,

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