Luyện nghe bài hát U da Man

f/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc,
[ VERSE 1: 5ft. ]
What, comes the muthafuckin 5
Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of
9-19, I
When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my
Then I my man Reels
we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills
Always the nine cocked
Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice 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
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 for the soap
my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish
I always get the pussy I tell em that I'm Spanish
Chill, lay low, I'm headcracks in celo
Niggaz losin so now they gots to bet a kilo
Mines for the takin, fakin when I kick 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 walk the I pack a Tec for protection
You the deal, nowadays shit is real
Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better
on the block, yes, kid, we get busy
Front on my and get bust open like a fuckin Philly
Punk muthafuckas on the mic get
A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it 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 Timbs
Leavin niggaz crippled artificial limbs
A slug in the brain you tried to sham
You you was the man, you fuckin coward

[ 4: Tek ]
I'm my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av
Three blunts still plus there's weed in the
Timb flop as the l gets sparked
Play the (? ) from the street, it's flames movin in the
I've had it up to here with weak-ass rappers
Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun
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, your body lyin flat
It's to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that
Timberlands bootin up the ass of
You gettin surgery to cover up the scars
You (? ) bwoy, (? ) watch 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

[ 5: Steele ]
These is crazy, but I get real rough, no question
with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun
The boy's crazy, boys roll Deep
Bring in Havoc, so get and get splattered in a heartbeat
Bits and when I release the boom
These type of tunes me consumed in a rubberroom
Now I with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock
I got nuff so you can get the fat cock

[ VERSE 6: Shorty ]
I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're for me
Lawd, you must throw your upon the mic and let em know
About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you get wicked
Never hesitate to (? ) lyrical gangster, not prankster, see
from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie
Mi come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic
You gwan fall di Babylon on sight
Taught by my nigga how you shoe-lace
Let my Bass tell me who take who place
Side up and up, side up and up,
Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for
ain't 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