Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Luva 5 (part I)

Somebody stole my mojo, yo, once
Luva flyin' through the fuckin' sky
I'm lookin' for my mojo, I'm fried
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 spot on the block Hannibal live
Pokemon on the pipe, Rudolph the deer
Glow in the night, when his gettin' right

I pimp and Vanna White on the hoe stroll
Dr. Ruth on E, sippin' Old Gold, Mr. T on crack, cornrow
In South with the Chef, in the stolen Ford
I'm lookin' for my mojo, it at?
Got a APB on it dawg, it at? I ran into Cita, from 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 the same, majority rules"

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

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

I'm yo baby, that's who I am
Flyin' through the air, a care
I'm high as hell blazin', that 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'
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