Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Luva 5 (part I)

Somebody stole my mojo, yo, again
Luva flyin' through the fuckin' sky
I'm for my mojo, I'm fried chinky-eyed
My cape is still tore up, but I make a money
I'm Ace Ventura, duckin' my landlord
The land of the poor, where I my biz
I got a weed spot on the Hannibal live
Pokemon on the pipe, Rudolph the deer
in the night, when his nose gettin' right

I Snow and Vanna White on the hoe stroll
Dr. on E, sippin' Old Gold, Mr. T on crack, mohawk cornrow
In South Park with the Chef, in the stolen
I'm for my mojo, where it at?
Got a APB on it dawg, where it at? I ran into Cita, BET
She said, "Man is a nigga, fast on the trigger
I thought he was you, when we had the for two
My girlfriend said the same, rules"

Damn, who takin' my
Who takin' my chickens around Now that's pimpin'
Called my man Meth and Don Juan
He smokin' a blunt, other sippin' Don
He said it the game, but how you play it
So I can't hate the game, so I'm dyin' to it
Now I'm back in the air, ready to put my smack
I'm searchin' for the impostor to pat

I'm urgin' to put the up and clap rounds
It's curtains Jimmy Hoffa, he not found
So on me, try homey
Your plan'll fail like the Acme Kit from
Now I'ma find the bastard that my juice
Soopaman Part Five, in archives

I'm yo baby, that's who I am
Flyin' the air, without a care
I'm high as hell blazin', that weed
Kryptonite bud, that sticky green

I'm yo'
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