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 puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve
Then I my man Reels
we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills
Always keep the nine
in case a nigga feels an appetite 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, it's the ill Caucasian, check the
Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven and
Back in town with the Smif-N-Wessun persuasion
Wanna flex next, swing one, all she wrote
Get the to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap
Like my bitch, fuck a real quick, then I vanish
I get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish
Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in
Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a
Mines for the takin, never fakin when I it
Girls be on my jock, they 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 they get wetted with the automatic weapons
When I the streets I pack a Tec for protection
You the deal, nowadays shit is real
Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas chill
Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get
Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin
Punk muthafuckas on the mic get
A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it crime-related
I'm bustin raps a nigga bustin caps
I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the facts
Stompin niggaz out with my Timbs
Leavin crippled with artificial limbs
A in the brain cause you tried to sham
You thought you was the man, you coward

[ 4: Tek ]
I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Av
Three blunts still plus weed in the stash
Timb boots flop as the l gets
Play the (? ) from the street, flames movin in the dark
had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers
Bucktown, home of the Gun Clappaz
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, leave your lyin flat
It's time to knuckle up, guard grill, fuck that
Timberlands up the ass of A&R's
You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the
You pussy (? ) bwoy, (? ) watch ya stand
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

[ 5: Steele ]
These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no
Runnin with Black Moon, representin
The boy's crazy, boys Mobb Deep
Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get in a heartbeat
Bits and pieces I release the boom
These type of tunes kept me consumed in a
Now I rock with Buckshot, the fuck, ock
I got nuff so you can get the fat cock

[ VERSE 6: Buckshot ]
I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if ready for me
Lawd, you throw your hands upon the mic and let em know
About the flow when you rip and it cause you must get wicked
Never hesitate to (? ) lyrical gangster, not prankster, see
Straight from the head of Buckshot em real irie
Mi never 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, ain't ready for that
They ready for that
wan fly and get high but nobody 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