Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Lova IV

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

Yo yo, I'm usually flyin' the motherfuckin' air
But the utility belt on my underwear need
So I be in back of the bus unwrappin' a
Left court for support, bitch attackin' my bucks
They wanna with 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 kids riding Batman
I'm not a hater but the Crusader blockin' my dough
And I'll let off before I push broom on HBO for Mr.

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

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

Soopaman! through the air high
Smokin' on bom-baa
I give a fuck if I die
(Who am I?)

Yo yo, I'm back on deck, I never the pep in my step
Ride in the cab, as hell, weed and Beck's on my breath
I'm undercover so I'm dressed in and the vest
Tec by the waist, yo cabbie make a on the next
Corner, get out and let the 30-30 the loogie
Tryin' to set me up Jim Kelly, moi, moi
Before I hit somebody they say, "We do it"
I believe them these the same niggaz I grew up in the wit

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