Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Luva 5 (part Ii)

Aiyyo yo fuck
Aiyyo I gotta find my motherfuckin'
Aiyyo Reggie Noble, aiyyo Reggie Noble nigga
Aiyyo it off while I tell you how it went down
Yo, yo

Put the down, get your smoke on
Get feel 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 gon'
me what you doin'
C'mon, yo yo, yo yo

I had to put the mash down, throw the around
Stay focused, on the case put the hash
Jetted through the air five 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 my ex-hoes
off some info for a pair of X.O.'s

Write the check low, I don't do
I told you that shit when I boned your back
Now I'm to square one, and everybody hatin'
So I popped the gun, now they all escapin'

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

Gave him what he wanted plus the extra 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 some new ammo, my flare gun
Stalkin' Rambo, mixed with Commando
Gator pushed the bike, I'm on the handle
into somethin' 'cause he high 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 bitch 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 live the corner
I walked up scared with my hands on my and my armor
'Cause she bring drama like Dahmer

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

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

Freeze motherfuckers, I jumped on back
I want the motherfuckers 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' guy she was fuckin', then
Right out of the
Who dat? Who
Jerry Springer, is that