Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Da Man

[Verse 1 - Bow
Uh, to my ex-girlfriend on out
Now I'm my new bitch, knocking her spine out
Rolling up more kush, waitress pass a bottle
Homie with a lot of niggas, a couple model hoes
I hard like Charlie Sheen
to Ferraris, and driving
Cash money, money, baby
you already know i get it popping ask your
Selling out the garden when I to like Jay-Z
now, killing em, broad of hoes, filling em
Treat em like construction sites, you know that I'm them
Half these rappers soft as f-ck, I to god they aint fitting in
Me and aint green house, in Miami hit
In the buy the bar out
bring the cars out
Hey, where youre coming from Bow? fr-fresh off the set
(uhhhh-ohhhh) yeah, theres another
Now these upset
Rappers twice my age aint done what I've yet
I aint even done yet, just the beginning
Stepping out G4, here some brand new linen fresh
Yes, I'm the f-cking best
Walking through life, no regrets
Shit, I aint tripping, no, you I be chilling
Rico, where you buy that shit, got me wigged
Yeah, my game up, and you what?
Do and I dare ya
Rearrange your face, and let some body that would repair it
I'm the best is and the best there was
Like Bret Hart, paul bart, no bart
My bank account and my work ethics, thats setting us apart
game, courtside, me and all my niggas
Kick em out, hands clean, my body talk triggers
My paper on diamonds, paper on midgets
F-ck all my enemies who to be telling me
Shit, begging me, with there hands out
But I dont get no out, put me in a room and watch me stand out

2 - Chris Brown]
Yeah look, BBC on my head, f-ck a nigga, act like a up
Everybody know a pussy, little nigga get your soul up
Niggas say your friends, bow wizzle, thats a real nigga
And I'm to go in, time to kill niggas
Yall talk about naked pics
Here, you can shake my hand, you can my dick
june swang low, and my dick hit the water I take a piss
I'm talking porno, I'm outy five, doggy hit the uh
I'm blowing like four O's
Yeah, in the with four hoes
Gotta mix a with the no doughs
See, pull a all nighter, paper planes, got em high like a sky diver
Yeah and now im fucking with em niggas
Red and blue nigga, r&b, so whats nigga
I'm out of line, yup yup, I should, nigga
Try to swing, I dare you, I wish you would
Wow, let me calm
All these mad cause I took they shine now
I'm at the top now, about to climb down
You to give it up, aint 'bout to whine down

[Verse 3 - Bow
Why all up in my B.I
Kush and O, I ya
Nowadays so stressed out, cause this business kill ya
We get it, real paper, fuck haters, fuck
Fuck yall, standing tall, retaliation, sit on
Chris is the prince of RnB, me hella of hip hop
We got it on lock, and we on tour, thats whores
Counting money I get bored
Tatted up like a mother
to God its too easy
Yeah, my neck and wrist
Wizzle or just Bow
You know nigga, shout out to the O nigga
You know I be
Smoke cause of depression, homie there no question
Get rappers in the business, just put me in to it

I'm the man in this
a flow at least a hundred band in this bitch
I'm the man in this
Bout to at least a hundred bands in this bitch