Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Lova IV

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

Yo yo, I'm flyin' through the motherfuckin' air
But the utility on my underwear need repairs
So I be in of the bus unwrappin' 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, used to stack them chips
Now I'm broke little kids riding Batman dick
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 lookin' for me, the mayor he'a hang up
to run to and Brownstone even know it
So I pack the fo'-fifth, and the ice on your wrist,
No game, slappin' all hoes who got the
Then I rob 'em with chickens who got phone in they mama name
yeah, I know I gotta go out
So I'm the game down like 30 nuthin' blowout
I rip the flow out, from the ceiling, if I spot peel it
Soopaman Luva gon' to Soopaman Villain

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

Soopaman! through the air high
Smokin' on bom-baa
I don't give a if I die
(Who am I?)

Yo yo, I'm back on deck, I lost the pep in my step
in the cab, drunk as hell, weed and Beck's on my breath
I'm undercover so I'm dressed in turtleneck and the
Tec by the waist, yo cabbie a left on the next
Corner, get out and let the 30-30 cock the
Tryin' to set me up Jim Kelly, moi, moi
Before I hit they say, "We ain't do it"
I believe them these the niggaz I grew up in the hood wit

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