Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Luva 5 (part Ii)

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

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

But this is easy, find that 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 before I boned your back
Now I'm to square one, and everybody hatin'
So I popped the flare gun, now they all

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

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

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

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

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

But I heard fuckin' all the way from the
I'm like, damn she yellin' 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 flares'll blow your 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 want the motherfuckers and my name back
We tusslin', fightin', skin and rustlin'
Slaps in the face, chokes with the belt

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