Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Luva 5 (part Ii)

Aiyyo yo that
Aiyyo I gotta find my motherfuckin'
Aiyyo Reggie Noble, Reggie Noble c'mere nigga
Aiyyo start it off while I tell you how it down
Yo, yo

Put the drop down, get your on
Get your on, are you feeling?
Get girl on, get your squeeze on
Get your bus on, are you
Are you wheeling, are you
How you feeling, and we hooo-oooh-ooh
me what you doin'
C'mon, yo yo, yo yo

I had to put the mash down, throw the around
Stay focused, on the put the hash down
Jetted through the air about miles per hour
My mojo I can't fly like I wanna

But this case is easy, find motherfucker that
wait to be me, put his face on TV
From the tec blow, I asked my
off some info for a pair of X.O.'s

Write the check low, I do that
I told you that shit before when I boned your
Now I'm back to square one, and hatin'
So I popped the flare gun, now they all

Ran into Gator, for Fever
He's my and my neighbor, I said I need a favor
He said for ten dollars, and for ten
From Burger King, tell you the nigga who gotcha

Gave him what he wanted the extra large fry
He said eyes, blonde hair, a white guy
I said what the goin' on?
A white guy interruptin' my fuck on?

So I some new ammo, reloaded my flare gun
Stalkin' like Rambo, mixed with
Gator pushed the bike, I'm on the handle
Crashed into somethin' 'cause he off my man blow

I jumped up and backtracked
the last hoe I fucked or throat I cut?
I said wait a minute, yo, that Jane on the prowl again
I bet she up to no good, actin' foul

Yeah, yeah, it nuttin', I get her if I want her
Matter of fact I'm gonna 'cause she around the corner
I up scared with my hands on my flares and my armor
'Cause she bring drama Jeffrey Dahmer

But I fuckin' all the way from the bottom
I'm like, damn she kinda made me jealous
on the door enraged
Like a rapper, at a label that ain't toured in days

Do it clown, I count to four now
'Cause if I hit five them flares'll blow your down
I the zipper zip up, and they was tryin' to run
So I re-clipped the up, and blew it before one

Freeze motherfuckers, I jumped on back
I want the cheese and my name back
We tusslin', fightin', bitin' skin and
Slaps in the face, with the belt buckle

And her knees bucklin', I thought to
Where's that motherfuckin' white guy she was fuckin',
Right out of the
Who Who dere?
Jerry Springer, is that