Luyện nghe bài hát U da Man

f/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc,
[ 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]
What, here comes the 5
Patch a I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy
9-19, I
When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch in my sleeve
Then I call my man
Then we start the El and pick us up a fat bag of drills
keep the nine 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 he said 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 town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun
Wanna 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 em that I'm Spanish
Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in
Niggaz losin dough so now 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 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 regret it when they get with the automatic weapons
I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection
You know the deal, nowadays is real
Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better
on the block, yes, kid, we get busy
Front on my crew and get bust open a fuckin Philly
Punk on the mic get violated
A rhyme a rhyme if it ain't crime-related
I'm bustin like a nigga bustin caps
I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin
Stompin niggaz out with my Timbs
niggaz crippled with artificial limbs
A slug in the brain you tried to sham
You thought you was the man, you coward

[ 4: Tek ]
I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Av
blunts still plus there's weed in the stash
Timb flop as the l gets sparked
Play the (? ) the street, it's flames movin in the dark
I've had it up to here with y'all rappers
Bucktown, of the Originoo Gun Clappaz
The Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely
Smif joins the if you punks try to rob me
And I got his back, leave your body lyin
It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, that
bootin up the ass of A&R's
You surgery tryin to cover up the scars
You (? ) bwoy, (? ) watch where ya stand
comin, lettin 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 Deep
Bring in Havoc, so get and get splattered in a heartbeat
Bits and pieces when I release the
These type of kept me consumed in a rubberroom
Now I with 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 throw your hands upon the mic and let em
the flow when you rip and stick it cause 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 like di Babylon on sight
Taught by my nigga Screwface how you
Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who
up and up, side up and up, black
Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't for that
They ready for that
Everybody wan fly and get high but 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