Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Luva 5 (part I)

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

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

Damn, who my women?
Who takin' my chickens around Now that's pimpin'
Called my man Meth and Don Juan
He a blunt, other sippin' Sean Don
He said it the game, but how you play it
So I hate the game, so I'm dyin' to play 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 glock up and clap
It's curtains like Hoffa, he not found
So on me, try homey
Your plan'll fail the Acme Kit from Coyote
Now I'ma the bastard that stole my juice
Part Five, in your archives

I'm yo Soopaman baby, who I am
through the air, without a care
I'm as hell blazin', that Cali weed
That Kryptonite bud, sticky green

I'm yo'
I'm yo'
I'm yo'
I'm yo'

I'm yo'
I'm yo'
I'm yo'
I'm yo'