Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Lova IV

Yo yo yo yo yo
Yo! me Soopaman Luva the rude bwoy
That nigga SWV they cool for
Ha ha ha, ha ha, ha hah
Ah-hah ah-hah ah-hah

Yo yo, I'm usually through the motherfuckin' air
But the utility on my underwear need repairs
So I be in back of the bus a Dutch
court for child support, bitch attackin' my bucks
They wanna with certified private eye
Every week, stubs to show the judge I got a job
this, Soopaman used to stack them chips
Now I'm broke 'coz little kids riding Batman
I'm not a hater but the Caped Crusader my dough
And let off before I push broom on HBO for Mr. Show

I'm critically acclaimed, but the fuck my name up
Police is for me, call the mayor he'a hang up
Nowhere to run to and even know it
So I the fo'-fifth, and the ice on your wrist, forfeit
No game, all hoes who got the fame
Then I rob 'em with chickens who got bills in they mama name
yeah, I know I gotta go out
So I'm shuttin' the down like 30 nuthin' blowout
I rip the flow out, the ceiling, if I spot cash peel it
Luva gon' switch to Soopaman Villain

Soopaman! up a L for me
Know I got to the heat
(Sing that Dave)
'Coz niggaz tryin' to fuck me
(Who am I?)

Soopaman! Flyin' the air high
Smokin' on that
I don't give a if I die
(Who am I?)

Yo yo, I'm back on deck, I never lost the pep in my
Ride in the cab, as hell, weed and Beck's on my breath
I'm so I'm dressed in turtleneck and the vest
Tec by the waist, yo cabbie a left on the next
Corner, get out and let the cock the loogie
to set me up like Jim Kelly, moi, moi
Before I hit somebody say, "We ain't do it"
I believe them the same niggaz I grew up in the hood wit

Yo yo yo, what's today's
Shh, December
Man today my God day off
Yo I'm here
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah right
I'll slap the out you