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 need repairs
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, Soopaman used to them chips
Now I'm 'coz little kids riding Batman dick
I'm not a but the Caped Crusader blockin' my dough
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 lookin' for me, call the mayor hang up
Nowhere to run to and Brownstone even it
So I the fo'-fifth, and the ice on your wrist, forfeit
No game, slappin' all hoes who got the
Then I rob 'em chickens who got phone 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, the ceiling, if I spot cash peel it
Soopaman Luva gon' switch to 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! Flyin' the air high
Smokin' on bom-baa
I give a fuck if I die
(Who am I?)

Yo yo, I'm back on deck, I lost the pep in my step
Ride in the cab, as hell, weed and Beck's on my breath
I'm undercover so I'm in turtleneck and the vest
Tec by the waist, yo cabbie make a left on the
Corner, get out and let the 30-30 the loogie
to set me up like Jim Kelly, moi, moi
Before I hit somebody they say, "We do it"
I believe them these the same I grew up in the hood wit

Yo yo yo, what's today's
Shh, December
Man my God damn day off
Yo I'm here
Yeah, yeah yeah right papi
I'll the shit out you