Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Luva 5 (part Ii)

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

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

I had to put the down, throw the cash around
Stay focused, on the put the hash down
Jetted through the air about five per hour
My gone 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 my ex-hoes
Pass off some info for a of X.O.'s

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

Ran Gator, for Jungle Fever
my people and my neighbor, I said I need a favor
He said for ten dollars, and for ten
Burger King, I'll 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 my fuck flowin' on?

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

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

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

But I heard fuckin' all the way the bottom
I'm like, damn she yellin' made me jealous
Knocked on the door
Like a broke-ass rapper, at a label ain't toured in days

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

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

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