Luyện nghe bài hát U da Man

f/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc,
[ VERSE 1: 5ft. ]
What, here the muthafuckin 5
Patch a crooked I, comin out of Bed-Stuy
9-19, I
When I wanna puff a mad l I got the 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 nigga feels an appetite for some nice lock
Caught a from 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 Plains, the world in seven days and
Back in with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion
Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she
Get the point to the joint, now bendin for the soap
Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, I vanish
I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm
Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in
Niggaz dough so now they gots to bet a kilo
Mines for the takin, fakin when I kick it
Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they it
Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her
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 when they get wetted with the automatic
When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for
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 bustin raps like a nigga bustin
I grab the mic, cock it and kick the fuckin facts
Stompin niggaz out my black Timbs
Leavin niggaz crippled artificial limbs
A slug in the brain you tried to sham
You thought you was the man, you coward

[ 4: Tek ]
I'm my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av
Three still plus there's weed in the stash
boots flop as the l gets sparked
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 Originoo Gun
The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin
Smif joins the if you punks try to rob me
And I got his back, leave body 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 (? ) bwoy, (? ) watch where ya stand
comin, lettin 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 ]
niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question
Runnin with Black Moon, representin
The boy's crazy, boys roll Deep
in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat
Bits and pieces when I the boom
These type of kept me consumed in a rubberroom
Now I rock with Buckshot, the fuck, ock
I got nuff props so you can get the fat

[ VERSE 6: Buckshot ]
I've got 1, 2, 3, let me if you're ready 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 must get
Never hesitate to (? ) gangster, not lyrical prankster, see
Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em irie
Mi never fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic
You gwan fall like di on sight
Taught by my Screwface how you shoe-lace
Let my nigga tell me who take who place
Side up and up, up and up, black
Yo chill, parlay, god, they ready for that
They ain't 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