Luyện nghe bài hát U da Man

f/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc,
[ VERSE 1: 5ft. ]
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
I call my man Reels
Then we start the El and pick us up a fat bag of drills
Always keep the cocked
in case a nigga 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, it's the ill Caucasian, the invasion
Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven and
Back in with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion
Wanna flex next, 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, I vanish
I always get the pussy I tell em that I'm Spanish
Chill, lay low, I'm headcracks in celo
losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo
Mines for the takin, fakin when I kick it
Girls be on my jock, want a taste so they lick it
Rip it from the back, 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 get wetted with the automatic weapons
When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for
You the deal, nowadays shit is real
Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better
Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get
Front on my crew and get bust open a fuckin Philly
muthafuckas on the mic get violated
A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't
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 in the brain cause you tried to sham
You thought you was the man, you fuckin

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

[ VERSE 6: Shorty ]
I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if ready for me
Lawd, you must throw your upon the mic and let em know
About the flow you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked
Never hesitate to (? ) lyrical gangster, not prankster, see
from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie
Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi upon di mic
You gwan fall like di on sight
by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace
Let my nigga Bass me who take who place
up and up, side up and up, black
Yo chill, parlay, god, they ready for that
They ain't ready for
Everybody wan fly and get but nobody 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