Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Lova IV

Yo yo yo yo yo
Yo! Call me Luva the rude bwoy
That nigga SWV 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 belt on my underwear need
So I be in of the bus unwrappin' 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
this, Soopaman used to stack them chips
Now I'm broke 'coz little kids Batman dick
I'm not a hater but the Caped Crusader blockin' my
And I'll let off before I push on HBO for Mr. Show

I'm critically acclaimed, but the press'll fuck my up
Police is lookin' for me, call the mayor he'a up
Nowhere to run to and even know it
So I the fo'-fifth, and the ice on your wrist, forfeit
No game, slappin' all 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 down like 30 nuthin' 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 the heat
(Sing shit Dave)
'Coz niggaz to fuck with me
(Who am I?)

Soopaman! through the air high
Smokin' on that
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
Ride in the cab, drunk as hell, weed and Beck's on my
I'm undercover so I'm in turtleneck and the vest
Tec by the waist, yo cabbie a left on the next
Corner, get out and let the 30-30 the loogie
to set me up like Jim Kelly, moi, moi
Before I hit somebody say, "We ain't do it"
I them these the same niggaz I grew up in the hood wit

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