Luyện nghe bài hát U da Man

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

[ 2: Big Dru Ha ]
Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the
Bushwick to White Plains, the in seven days and
in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion
Wanna flex next, one, that's all she wrote
Get the to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap
Like my bitch, a bitch real quick, then I vanish
I always get the pussy cause I tell em I'm Spanish
Chill, lay low, I'm headcracks in celo
Niggaz losin so now they gots to bet a kilo
for the takin, never fakin when I kick it
Girls be on my jock, they a taste so they lick it
Rip it from the back, 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

[ VERSE 3: ]
regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons
When I walk the I pack a Tec for protection
You know the deal, shit is real
Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas chill
Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get
Front on my crew and get bust like a fuckin Philly
Punk on the mic get violated
A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't
I'm bustin raps a nigga bustin caps
I grab the mic, it back and kick the fuckin facts
Stompin niggaz out with my Timbs
Leavin niggaz crippled with limbs
A slug in the cause you tried to sham
You thought you was the man, you fuckin

[ 4: Tek ]
I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Av
Three blunts still plus weed in the stash
Timb boots flop as the l sparked
Play the (? ) from the street, it's flames movin in the
I've had it up to here y'all weak-ass rappers
Bucktown, of the Originoo Gun Clappaz
The Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely
joins the forces if you punks try to rob me
And I got his back, leave body lyin flat
It's time to knuckle up, your grill, fuck that
Timberlands up the ass of A&R's
You gettin surgery tryin to up the scars
You pussy (? ) bwoy, (? ) where ya stand
comin, lettin 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 ]
niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question
Runnin with Black Moon, representin
The crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep
Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get in a heartbeat
Bits and when I release the boom
type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom
Now I rock Buckshot, what the fuck, ock
I got props so you can get the fat cock

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

Hey yo up, kid
That's not that
Word,

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