Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Luva 5 (part I)

Somebody stole my mojo, yo, again
Luva flyin' through the fuckin' sky
I'm lookin' for my mojo, I'm chinky-eyed
My cape is tore up, but I make a lil' money
I'm Ace Ventura, duckin' my landlord
The land of the poor, where I my biz
I got a weed spot on the block live
Pokemon on the pipe, Rudolph the deer
Glow in the night, 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 with the Chef, in the stolen
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 thought he was you, when we had the for two
My girlfriend said the same, rules"

Damn, who my women?
Who my chickens around thanksgiving? Now that's pimpin'
Called my man Meth and Bishop Don
He smokin' a blunt, other sippin' 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, 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 like Jimmy Hoffa, he not
So ride on me, try
Your plan'll like the Acme Kit from Coyote
Now I'ma find the bastard that my juice
Soopaman Part Five, in archives

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