Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Lova IV

Yo yo yo yo yo
Yo! Call me Soopaman 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' the motherfuckin' air
But the utility belt on my need repairs
So I be in back of the bus unwrappin' a
Left for child support, bitch attackin' my bucks
They fuck with certified private eye
Every week, stubs to show the judge I got a job
Damn this, Soopaman to stack them chips
Now I'm broke 'coz little kids riding dick
I'm not a hater but the Caped Crusader my dough
And I'll let off I push broom on HBO for Mr. Show

I'm acclaimed, but the press'll fuck my name up
is lookin' for me, call the mayor he'a 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 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
Know I got to pack the
(Sing shit Dave)
'Coz niggaz to fuck with me
(Who am I?)

Soopaman! Flyin' the air high
on that 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, drunk as hell, weed and Beck's on my
I'm undercover so I'm dressed in and the vest
Tec by the waist, yo cabbie make a left on the
Corner, get out and let the 30-30 cock the
Tryin' to set me up Jim Kelly, moi, moi
I hit somebody they say, "We ain't do it"
I them these the same niggaz I grew up in the hood wit

Yo yo yo, today's date?
Shh, 8th?
Man my God damn day off
Yo I'm here
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah papi
I'll slap the out you