Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Lova IV

Yo yo yo yo yo
Yo! Call me Luva the rude bwoy
nigga SWV loose 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 belt on my underwear need
So I be in back of the bus a Dutch
Left court for child support, bitch my bucks
They wanna fuck certified private eye
Every week, check stubs to show the I got a job
Damn this, Soopaman used to stack them
Now I'm broke 'coz little riding Batman dick
I'm not a hater but the Caped Crusader my dough
And I'll let off before I push broom on HBO for Mr.

I'm acclaimed, but the press'll fuck my name up
Police is lookin' for me, call the mayor hang up
Nowhere to run to and Brownstone know it
So I pack the fo'-fifth, and the ice on your wrist,
No game, all hoes who got the fame
Then I rob 'em with chickens who got phone bills in they mama
Yeah yeah, I know I go out
So I'm shuttin' the game down 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' through the air
Smokin' on bom-baa
I don't a fuck if I die
(Who am I?)

Yo yo, I'm back on deck, I never lost the pep in my
in the cab, drunk as hell, weed and Beck's on my breath
I'm undercover so I'm in turtleneck and the vest
Tec by the waist, yo cabbie make a left on the
Corner, get out and let the 30-30 cock the
to set me up like Jim Kelly, moi, moi
Before I hit they say, "We ain't do it"
I believe them these the same niggaz I up in the hood wit

Yo yo yo, what's date?
Shh, 8th?
Man today my God day off
Yo I'm outta
Yeah, yeah yeah right papi
I'll the shit out you