Luyện nghe bài hát Who's The Man?

Oh yes, is special
This is direct from what we call 'The House'
This is a total dope, one, know what I'm sayin'?
And is how it's done, uh

I did in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson
I dug Train, not American Bandstand

The bigger nigga is and I'm on the right track
As a of fact, I'm all that
So, ring around the Rosie, oopsy,
Topsy turvy, you never heard of me, you deserve me

Fly Knievel, drive like a BMW
You never knew I bring trouble to
A cordless, you can't afford this, don't get aboard flavor
Unless you got the fever flavor for a

Come be a single, let me see you mingle, jingle,
Sammy Jr. was Mr. Bo jangles
(Here is something you understand)
Tell me y'all, the man?

the man?
(The Heavster, time on slipping)
Who's the
(The Heavster, time on slipping)
Who's the
(The Heavster, keeps on slipping)
Who's the
(The Heavster, keeps on slipping)

Yes, too many brothers be fakin' moves or grooves
to all the brothers on the block, drinkin' and passin' brew
Money tried to but he got flopped
Said, it was his corner, let him know his on my block

I know your fantasy, don't stay, I Jodeci
When I used to juggle y'all was crumbs, who notice me?
But now you see me in a magazine, on TV screen
On the radio liver stereo, clean

All of a sudden I'm attractive, I'm handsome, I'm
But back in the day you used to say, you can't afford
I wreck shops and got props New York to Cali
I'm Big Willie, you silly Sally from the

nuttin' changed, wait a minute, I'm a liar
The crib is definitely doper and the a lot flyer
(Here is something you understand)
So, tell me y'all, who's the

Who's the
(The Heavster, time on slipping)

Who's the man? Who's the Who's the man
one, phenomenon two
Who's the man? Like I said, here, is official

Back in the day, I to punch clocks, now I'm drippin' props
And loot and shootin' hoops and lookin' cute
In tailored suits, made for the weight lover
Undercover, cover

You know my MO, I do damn on the stage show
I'm gettin' paid by the and I got mad flow
Flip flop, the bigger one? Quick to figure one
Two, three, two, one, ah

Keep a pen and a pad on
I used to crab the last, now I for dough and I rhyme for cash
I'm to say goodnight to Johnny Carson
And brother, you rub it 'fore you catch the magic in your Johnson

dips, money grips
I know the difference 'cause I tricks in the ghetto mix
(Here is something you understand)
So, me y'all, who's the man?

Who's the
(The Heavster, time on slipping)

Everything here, is phat, what I'm sayin'?
Don't take it the way but I'm lettin' you know
For the last time, here is official
is fat

Who's the
(The Heavster, keeps on slipping)
the man?
(The Heavster, keeps on slipping)
Who's the
(The Heavster, keeps on slipping)
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