Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Luva 5 (part I)

Somebody my mojo, yo, once again
Soopaman Luva through the fuckin' sky
I'm lookin' for my mojo, I'm fried
My cape is still tore up, but I make a lil'
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
in the night, when his nose gettin' right

I pimp Snow and White on the hoe stroll
Dr. Ruth on E, sippin' Old Gold, Mr. T on crack, mohawk
In South Park the Chef, in the stolen Ford
I'm lookin' for my mojo, it at?
Got a APB on it dawg, where it at? I ran into Cita, BET
She said, "Man is a nigga, that's on the trigger
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 thanksgiving? Now pimpin'
Called my man Meth and Don Juan
He smokin' a blunt, sippin' Sean Don
He said it the game, but how you play it
So I can't hate the game, so I'm 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 rounds
It's curtains like Jimmy Hoffa, he not
So on me, try homey
Your plan'll fail like the Acme Kit from
Now I'ma find the bastard that my juice
Part Five, in your archives

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

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

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