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 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 for some nice lead lock
Caught a nigga from a
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
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 I tell em that I'm Spanish
Chill, lay low, I'm throwin in celo
Niggaz dough so now they gots to bet a kilo
Mines for the takin, never fakin I kick it
Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so 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

[ 3: Havoc ]
Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the weapons
When I walk the streets I 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 crew and get bust open a fuckin Philly
muthafuckas 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, cock it and kick the fuckin facts
Stompin niggaz out with my black
niggaz crippled with artificial limbs
A slug in the brain cause you to sham
You thought you was the man, you fuckin

[ 4: Tek ]
I'm with my ill niggaz down Atlantic Av
Three blunts still plus there's weed in the
Timb boots flop as the l gets
Play the (? ) the street, it's flames movin in the dark
I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass
Bucktown, of the Originoo Gun Clappaz
The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin
Smif joins the forces if you try to rob me
And I got his back, your body lyin flat
It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, that
Timberlands up the ass of A&R's
You surgery tryin to cover up the scars
You pussy (? ) bwoy, (? ) watch where ya
Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you 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: ]
niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question
Runnin with Black Moon, representin
The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb
Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get in a heartbeat
and pieces when I release the boom
These type of kept me consumed in a rubberroom
Now I rock Buckshot, what the fuck, ock
I got props so you can get the fat cock

[ 6: Buckshot 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 to (? ) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see
Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em irie
Mi come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic
You gwan like di Babylon on sight
Taught by my nigga how you shoe-lace
Let my nigga Bass tell me who who place
Side up and up, side up and up,
Yo chill, parlay, god, they ready for that
They ain't for that
Everybody wan fly and get high but 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