Luyện nghe bài hát Who's The Man?

Oh yes, this is
This is direct from we call 'The Funk House'
This is a dope, phat one, know what I'm sayin'?
And this is how done, uh

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

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

Fly Knievel, drive like a BMW
You knew I could bring trouble to
A cordless, you afford this, don't get aboard this flavor
Unless you got the flavor for a Pringle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the man? Who's the man? Who's the man
Phenomenon one, two
Who's the man? I said, this here, is official

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

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

a pen and a pad on stash
I used to crab the last, now I flow for dough and I rhyme for
I'm glad to say goodnight to Johnny
And brother, where you rub it 'fore you the magic in your Johnson

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

the man?
(The Heavster, time on slipping)

Everything here, is phat, know I'm sayin'?
Don't take it the wrong way but I'm you know
For the last time, this here is
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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