Luyện nghe bài hát U da Man

f/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc,
[ 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]
What, comes the muthafuckin 5
Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of
9-19, I
When I puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve
Then I call my man
Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of
Always the nine cocked
Just in case a feels an appetite for some nice lead lock
Caught a from a chin
Now his ass is in, hit the preach he said it a sin

[ 2: Big Dru Ha ]
Well, the ill Caucasian, check the invasion
to White Plains, the world in seven days and
Back in town the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion
Wanna flex next, one, that's all she wrote
Get the point to the joint, now bendin for the soap
Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I
I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm
Chill, lay low, I'm headcracks in celo
Niggaz losin dough so now they to bet a kilo
Mines for the takin, never fakin when I 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 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 regret it when they get with the automatic weapons
When I walk the I pack a Tec for protection
You know the deal, nowadays shit is
Kid, I had it up to here, better chill
Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get
Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin
muthafuckas on the mic get violated
A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it crime-related
I'm raps like a nigga bustin caps
I grab the mic, cock it back and the fuckin facts
Stompin niggaz out with my Timbs
niggaz 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 Atlantic Av
Three blunts still plus there's 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, of the Originoo 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 body flat
It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck
Timberlands bootin up the ass of
You gettin tryin to cover up the scars
You pussy (? ) bwoy, (? ) watch where ya
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 real rough, no
Runnin with Black Moon, Smif-N-Wessun
The crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep
Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a
Bits and when I release the boom
These of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom
Now I with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock
I got props so you can get the fat cock

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