Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Luva 5 (part Ii)

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

Put the drop down, get smoke on
Get your feel on, are you
Get your girl on, get squeeze on
Get bus on, are you chilling?
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 down, throw the cash around
Stay focused, on the put the hash down
Jetted through the air about miles per hour
My mojo gone I can't fly I wanna

But this case is easy, that motherfucker that
Couldn't wait to be me, put his on TV
From the tec blow, I asked my
Pass off info for a pair of X.O.'s

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

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

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

So I copped new ammo, reloaded my flare gun
like Rambo, mixed with Commando
Gator the ten-speed bike, I'm on the handle
Crashed into somethin' he high off my man blow

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

Yeah, yeah, it ain't nuttin', I get her if I her
of fact I'm gonna 'cause she live around the corner
I walked up scared with my hands on my flares and my
she bring drama like Jeffrey Dahmer

But I heard 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 flares'll blow your door down
I heard the zip up, and they was tryin' to run
So I re-clipped the clip up, and it before one

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

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