Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Lova IV

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

Yo yo, I'm usually flyin' through the air
But the utility belt on my need repairs
So I be in back of the bus a Dutch
Left for child support, bitch attackin' my bucks
wanna fuck with certified private eye
Every week, stubs to show the judge I got a job
Damn this, Soopaman used to stack them
Now I'm broke 'coz little kids Batman dick
I'm not a but the Caped Crusader blockin' my dough
And I'll let off before I 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 Brownstone know it
So I the fo'-fifth, and the ice on your wrist, forfeit
No game, slappin' all hoes who got the
Then I rob 'em with chickens who got phone bills in mama name
Yeah yeah, I I gotta go out
So I'm shuttin' the game down like 30 blowout
I rip the flow out, the ceiling, if I spot cash peel it
Soopaman Luva switch to Soopaman Villain

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

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

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

Yo yo yo, today's date?
Shh, December
Man my God damn day off
Yo I'm here
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah right
slap the shit out you