Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Luva 5 (part I)

Somebody stole my mojo, yo, once
Luva flyin' 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, duckin' my
The of the poor, where 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 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 he was you, when we had the party for two
My said the same, majority rules"

Damn, who takin' my
Who takin' my chickens thanksgiving? Now that's pimpin'
my man Meth and Bishop Don Juan
He smokin' a blunt, sippin' 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 smack
I'm for the impostor to pat down

I'm urgin' to put the up and clap rounds
It's curtains Jimmy Hoffa, he not found
So on me, try homey
Your 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
through the air, without a care
I'm high as hell blazin', that Cali
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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