Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Luva 5 (part I)

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

I Snow and Vanna 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 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 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 thanksgiving? Now that's
Called my man and Bishop Don Juan
He smokin' a blunt, sippin' Sean Don
He said it the game, but how you play it
So I can't the game, so I'm dyin' to play it
Now I'm back in the air, to put my smack down
I'm for the impostor to pat down

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

I'm yo Soopaman baby, who I am
Flyin' through the air, without a
I'm high as hell blazin', that Cali
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'