Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Luva 5 (part I)

Somebody my mojo, yo, once again
Luva flyin' through the fuckin' sky
I'm lookin' for my mojo, I'm fried
My cape is tore up, but I make a lil' money
I'm Ace Ventura, duckin' 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 Red-Nose
Glow in the night, when his gettin' right

I Snow and Vanna White on the hoe stroll
Dr. on E, sippin' Old Gold, Mr. T on crack, mohawk 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, fast on the trigger
I thought he was you, 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 Meth and Don Juan
He smokin' a blunt, other sippin' Don
He said it the game, but how you play it
So I can't hate the game, so I'm to play it
Now I'm in the air, ready to put my smack down
I'm searchin' for the impostor to pat

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

I'm yo Soopaman baby, who I am
through the air, without a care
I'm as hell blazin', that Cali weed
That bud, that sticky green

I'm yo'
I'm yo'
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