Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Luva 5 (part Ii)

Aiyyo yo that
Aiyyo I gotta find my mojo
Aiyyo Noble, aiyyo Reggie Noble c'mere nigga
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 on, get your squeeze on
Get your bus on, are you
Are you wheeling, are you
How you feeling, and we gon'
Tell me you doin'
C'mon, yo yo, yo yo

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

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

the check low, I don't 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 Jungle
He's my people and my neighbor, I said I a favor
He said for ten dollars, and for ten
From King, I'll tell you the nigga who gotcha

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

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

I jumped up and backtracked
Who's the last hoe I fucked or throat I
I said wait a minute, yo, that bitch 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
Matter of I'm gonna 'cause she live around the corner
I walked up scared with my on my flares and my armor
'Cause she bring like Jeffrey Dahmer

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

Do it clown, before I to four now
'Cause if I hit five them blow your door down
I heard the zipper zip up, and they was to run
So I the clip up, and blew it before one

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

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