Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Luva 5 (part I)

Somebody stole my mojo, yo, once
Soopaman Luva flyin' through the 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 live
Pokemon on the pipe, Rudolph the deer
Glow in the night, when his gettin' right

I pimp Snow and Vanna White on the hoe
Dr. on E, sippin' Old Gold, Mr. T on crack, mohawk cornrow
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 fast on the
I he was you, when we had the party for two
My girlfriend said the same, rules"

Damn, who my women?
Who takin' my chickens thanksgiving? Now that's pimpin'
Called my man and Bishop Don Juan
He smokin' a blunt, other Sean Don
He it ain't 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 down
I'm searchin' for the to pat down

I'm urgin' to put the glock up and clap
It's curtains Jimmy Hoffa, he not found
So ride on me, try
Your fail like the Acme Kit from Coyote
Now I'ma find the bastard that stole my
Part Five, in your archives

I'm yo baby, that's who I am
Flyin' the air, without a care
I'm high as 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'