Luyện nghe bài hát U da Man

f/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc,
[ 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]
What, here comes the 5
Patch a crooked I, comin out of Bed-Stuy
9-19, I
When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch in my sleeve
Then I my man Reels
Then we the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills
Always the nine cocked
Just in case a feels an appetite for some nice lead lock
Caught a nigga a chin
Now his ass is in, hit the cause he said 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 town with the Black persuasion
Wanna flex next, swing one, all she wrote
Get the point to the joint, now bendin for the soap
Like my bitch, fuck a real quick, then I vanish
I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm
Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in
Niggaz 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 from the back, 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 it when 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, better chill
on the block, yes, kid, we get busy
Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin
Punk on the mic get violated
A rhyme a rhyme if it ain't crime-related
I'm bustin raps like a nigga caps
I grab the mic, it back and kick the fuckin facts
Stompin niggaz out my black Timbs
Leavin niggaz crippled 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 Atlantic Av
Three blunts still plus 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 weak-ass
Bucktown, home of the 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, your body lyin flat
It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck
Timberlands up the ass of A&R's
You gettin surgery tryin to up the scars
You pussy (? ) bwoy, (? ) watch where ya
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

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

[ VERSE 6: Buckshot ]
I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're for me
Lawd, you throw your hands upon the mic and let em know
About the flow when you rip and stick it you must get wicked
Never hesitate to (? ) lyrical gangster, not prankster, see
Straight from the 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 Screwface how you shoe-lace
Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who
Side up and up, up and up, black
Yo chill, parlay, god, they ready for that
They ready for that
wan fly and get high 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