Luyện nghe bài hát Mellow My Man

One two
Yes, The Roots back, real-xin
out with my man Malik be
We call him
YaknowhatI'msayin? We in
Mo like Al B. Sure, for your
Aiyyo it
We about to flip it on ol' laid back, mellow my man tip
We gon' set it like
Yo it

Bust it, La Di Da Di, who likes to
Slick Rick the Ruler I'm cooler than a ice brick
Got soul like those afro picks, the black fist
And a crowd drippin' like John the Baptist, it's
The cause of "Oh shit!"
The I kick, flows like catfish
And got emcees on the blacklist
I'm sharp as a cactus plus, quick to bust tactics
Us, Roots is really true to that rap
Now holla to the scholarly, street skats that me
Back to the Soul Shack packs of rap colonies
Max that, Foreign is mad abstract, make Shadrach
want to go like Meshach, Black
Thought the nappy cat a bookworm shoe styles like
Cool as Malcolm Little with conch a la perm
The sticks like wicks, and flips when I slaps the hand
Of my mellow my man, be

Here I goes, negroes best to the flower
The professional, best in those skills kills so uhh
Whoa, down before you go down (sissy)
this is Agatha Christie your slain and know now
Next contender, the axe offender
Critique me so uniquely with mystique so deep within the
Microphones I grip, with poems so's I slits throats
Put him in a quote, when he
They sayin', isn't it, is it the negro did it?
'Cause with the tech, make you jump and say 'ribbit'
I exhibit many forms, the corny forms
(And we're in, your neighborhood) on the
Capture, was to, ya
Manu-facture, you can ask Anita about the, rapture
I figured, perhaps ya, a say it
For my my man

The way we do it this
That, for my my man
It's like for my mellow my man
No no we do it like
This, for my my man
like this for my mellow my man
No no we do it this
That, for my my man
like that for my mellow man
No no we do it that
This, for my my man
It's this for my mellow my man

Yo, I got spunk, plus
And Like Punks, to Get Beat Down
Turn that heat down, I'm cool
Deeper the pool than Wilt the Stilt
Damn near drowned in clowns to sound
When Thoughts
And brown's, my section Southern
My is Jex, I
Sweats no sex, this kid gets
Grits n shit, it's flex to that was crazed
your heart spit up, dip dup damn
Yo I it but
is the Black Boogey Man
Manic mad musician, of noise
That's jocked, by your
I rocks my flocks of sheep, the slickest shepherd around
I was lost but was found, now I gets
From Philly to the Apple I, stop and tunes and then hit
Up-town, Diggin Planets when get Earthbound
I the groovy tunes for you and yours, when I pass the can
To my my man, Malik be

Whoa, shucks, my nuc snuff (uh-huh)
I erupt, to destruct, deducts
In wax I to smack em, stroke em as I cap em
Change my to Saran or Reynolds then I Wrap em
Negroes know we be to my borough
my ass is so thorough, like Levert Gerald
Too to be sterile
So I the greats (say what?)
the Pacino's, I won't trust them
Even though I lust them shapes -- females for retail
Twice this nice, this witch sure her spices
I won't smirk, cause my name's not
The with the multiple choice, she does a circle
You want to turn and your eyes, and try to plagiarize
But I ya, slaughtered ya and slayed ya
Microphones I grip to flip the hyp-ocrites
And nit-wits, with tidbit skits, them
That was a curse, but I it in half
Gets the airplay, no fair play, you're feelin the
Of Malik, aiyyo get tragic, that get dramatic
Because I have the habit to rabbits like a addict
So if you can not rap I just slap YOU
If you wants to up on your nose be shows the chrome
And we cap, YOU
It's too bad, dem cyan't understand de check
For my my man

The way we do it like
That, for my my man
It's that for my mellow my man
No no we do it like
This, for my my man
It's like this for my my man
No no we do it this
That, for my my man
It's like that for my man
No no we do it like
This, for my my man
It's like this for my my man

I think for my mellow my man, uh
My mellow my man,
My my man, uh
My my man, right
My my man, uh
My my man, right
My mellow my man my mellow my man my mellow my man my my man
For Storch, my mellow my man
Hubbard on the bass, my mellow my man
B.R.O.T.H.E.R. ? on the drums, my my man
Gotta end it on the one, my my man
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