Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Luva 5 (part Ii)

Aiyyo yo that
I gotta find my motherfuckin' mojo
Aiyyo Reggie Noble, Reggie Noble c'mere nigga
Aiyyo start it off while I you how it went down
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 gon'
Tell me what you
C'mon, yo yo, yo yo

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

But case is easy, find that motherfucker that
Couldn't to be me, put his face on TV
the tec blow, I asked my ex-hoes
Pass off some for a pair of X.O.'s

Write the check low, I do that
I told you that shit before 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 blue eyes, blonde hair, a guy
I said what the 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' 'cause he high off my man

I jumped up and backtracked
the last hoe I fucked or throat I cut?
I said wait a minute, yo, that bitch Jane on the 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 gonna 'cause she live around the
I walked up scared with my hands on my flares and my
'Cause she bring drama like Jeffrey

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

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

motherfuckers, I jumped on Jane back
I the cheese motherfuckers and my name back
We tusslin', fightin', bitin' and rustlin'
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?
Jerry Springer, is that