Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Lova IV

Yo yo yo yo yo
Yo! Call me Soopaman 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 usually through the motherfuckin' air
But the utility on my underwear need repairs
So I be in back of the bus a Dutch
Left court for child support, bitch attackin' my
They wanna fuck certified private eye
week, check 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 Crusader blockin' my dough
And I'll let off before I push broom on HBO for Mr.

I'm critically acclaimed, but the press'll my name up
Police is lookin' for me, 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 phone bills in they mama
Yeah yeah, I I gotta go out
So I'm shuttin' the game down like 30 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 pack the
(Sing shit Dave)
'Coz tryin' to fuck with me
(Who am I?)

Soopaman! Flyin' 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 the pep in my step
Ride in the cab, drunk as hell, weed and on my breath
I'm so I'm dressed 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 believe them these the same I grew up in the hood wit

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