Luyện nghe bài hát Who's The Man?

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

I did good in my hood as a
The was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael jammed
I dug Soul Train, not Bandstand

The nigga is back and I'm on the right track
As a matter of fact, I'm all
So, around the Rosie, oopsy, daisy
Topsy turvy, you never heard of me, you don't me

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ain't nuttin' changed, a minute, I'm a liar
The crib is doper and the girls a lot flyer
(Here is you can't understand)
So, tell me y'all, who's the

the man?
(The Heavster, keeps on slipping)

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

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

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

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

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

the man?
(The Heavster, keeps on slipping)

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

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