Luyện nghe bài hát U da Man

f/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc,
[ 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]
What, here comes the 5
Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of
9-19, I
When I wanna puff a mad l I got the hidden in my sleeve
Then I call my man
Then we start the El and pick us up a fat bag of drills
Always keep the cocked
Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lock
Caught a from a chin
Now his ass is in, hit the preach he said it a sin

[ 2: Big Dru Ha ]
Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the
Bushwick to Plains, the world in seven days and
Back in town with the Black persuasion
flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote
Get the to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap
Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, I vanish
I always get the cause I tell em that I'm Spanish
Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in
losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo
Mines for the takin, never fakin when I it
Girls be on my jock, they a taste so they lick it
Rip it the back, bust a nut in her crack
Big Dru Ha lye and I'm out, black

[ (2X) ]
Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man
Now you the man, now you the man

[ 3: Havoc ]
Niggaz it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons
When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for
You know the deal, shit is real
Kid, I had it up to here, better chill
on the block, yes, kid, we get busy
Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin
muthafuckas on the mic get violated
A rhyme a rhyme if it ain't crime-related
I'm bustin like a nigga bustin caps
I grab the mic, cock it and kick the fuckin facts
niggaz out with my black Timbs
Leavin niggaz with artificial limbs
A slug in the brain cause you tried to
You thought you was the man, you fuckin

[ 4: Tek ]
I'm with my ill troopin down Atlantic Av
Three blunts still plus weed in the stash
boots flop as the l gets sparked
Play the (? ) from the street, it's flames in the dark
I've had it up to here with weak-ass rappers
Bucktown, of the Originoo Gun Clappaz
The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin
Smif the forces if you punks try to rob me
And I got his back, leave your body flat
It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, that
bootin up the ass of A&R's
You gettin surgery to cover up the scars
You pussy (? ) bwoy, (? ) watch ya stand
Smif-N-Wessun comin, you know who's the man

[ (2X) ]
Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man
Now you the man, now you the man

[ 5: Steele ]
These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no
Runnin with Black Moon, representin
The boy's crazy, boys roll Deep
Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get in a heartbeat
and pieces when I release the boom
These type of tunes kept me consumed in a
Now I rock with Buckshot, the fuck, ock
I got nuff props so you can get the fat

[ VERSE 6: Buckshot ]
got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me
Lawd, you must throw your upon the mic and let em know
About the flow you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked
Never hesitate to (? ) gangster, not lyrical prankster, see
Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real
Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi upon di mic
You fall like di Babylon on sight
by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace
Let my nigga tell me who take who place
Side up and up, up and up, black
Yo chill, parlay, god, they ready for that
ain't ready for that
Everybody wan fly and get but nobody wan die, why

Hey yo up, kid
not that bullshit
Word,

[ (4X) ]
Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man
Now you the man, now you the man