Luyện nghe bài hát Who's The Man?

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

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

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

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

Come be a single, let me see you mingle, jingle,
Sammy Davis Jr. was Mr. Bo
(Here is you can't understand)
me y'all, who's the man?

Who's the
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the man?
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Who's the
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Who's the
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Yes, too many be fakin' moves or frontin' grooves
to all the brothers on the block, drinkin' and passin' brew
Money to flip 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 stereo, lookin' clean

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

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

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

Who's the man? Who's the 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 suits, made for the over weight lover
Undercover, over

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

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

Honey dips, money
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, 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 time, this here is official
is fat

Who's the
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Who's the
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Who's the
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