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' through the air
But the belt on my underwear need repairs
So I be in of the bus unwrappin' a Dutch
Left court for child support, attackin' my bucks
They wanna with certified private eye
Every week, check to show the judge I got a job
Damn this, used to stack them chips
Now I'm broke 'coz little kids riding dick
I'm not a hater but the Caped blockin' my dough
And let off before I push broom on HBO for Mr. Show

I'm critically acclaimed, but the press'll fuck my up
is lookin' 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 who got the fame
Then I rob 'em with chickens who got bills in they mama name
Yeah yeah, I know I go out
So I'm shuttin' the down like 30 nuthin' blowout
I rip the out, from the ceiling, if I spot cash peel it
Soopaman Luva gon' switch to Soopaman

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

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

Yo yo, I'm back on deck, I never lost the pep in my
Ride in the cab, drunk as hell, and Beck's on my breath
I'm undercover so I'm dressed in turtleneck and the
Tec by the waist, yo cabbie make a on the next
Corner, get out and let the 30-30 cock the
to set me up like Jim Kelly, moi, moi
Before I hit 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, 8th?
Man my God damn day off
Yo I'm outta
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah papi
I'll slap the out you