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 flyin' through the motherfuckin' air
But the utility belt on my underwear need
So I be in back of the bus unwrappin' a
court for child support, bitch attackin' my bucks
They wanna fuck with certified eye
Every week, stubs to show the judge 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 blockin' my
And I'll let off I push broom on HBO for Mr. Show

I'm critically acclaimed, but the press'll fuck my up
Police is 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 wrist, forfeit
No game, slappin' all who got the fame
Then I rob 'em with chickens who got bills in they mama name
yeah, I know I gotta go out
So I'm shuttin' the game down 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 the heat
(Sing that Dave)
'Coz niggaz to fuck with me
(Who am I?)

Soopaman! Flyin' through the air
Smokin' on that
I don't a fuck 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 on my breath
I'm undercover so I'm dressed in turtleneck and the
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
Before I hit they say, "We ain't do it"
I believe them these the same niggaz I up in the hood wit

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