Luyện nghe bài hát U da Man

f/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc,
[ 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]
What, here 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 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 from 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 Plains, the world in seven days and
Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun
Wanna flex next, one, that's all she wrote
Get the point to the joint, now you're for the soap
Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, I vanish
I get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish
Chill, lay low, I'm throwin in celo
Niggaz losin dough so now they to bet a kilo
Mines for the takin, never when I kick it
Girls be on my jock, they a taste so they lick it
Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her
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 when they get wetted with the automatic
I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection
You know the deal, shit is real
Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas chill
on the block, yes, kid, we get busy
Front on my crew and get bust open like a Philly
Punk on the mic get violated
A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't
I'm raps like a nigga bustin caps
I grab the mic, cock it and kick the fuckin facts
Stompin out with my black Timbs
Leavin niggaz crippled with limbs
A slug in the brain cause you to sham
You thought you was the man, you fuckin

[ 4: Tek ]
I'm my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av
Three blunts plus there's weed in the stash
Timb boots flop as the l sparked
Play the (? ) from the street, it's flames movin in the
I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass
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, leave your lyin flat
It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, that
bootin up the ass of A&R's
You surgery tryin to cover up the scars
You pussy (? ) bwoy, (? ) watch 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 crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep
in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat
Bits and pieces I release the boom
These type of tunes me consumed in a rubberroom
Now I rock Buckshot, what the fuck, ock
I got props so you can get the fat cock

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