Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Luva 5 (part Ii)

Aiyyo yo fuck
Aiyyo I gotta find my motherfuckin'
Aiyyo Reggie Noble, aiyyo 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 your feel on, are you
Get your girl on, get your on
Get bus on, are you chilling?
Are you wheeling, are you
How you feeling, and we hooo-oooh-ooh
Tell me you doin'
C'mon, yo yo, yo yo

I had to put the mash down, throw the cash
Stay focused, on the case put the hash
Jetted through the air five miles per hour
My mojo gone I fly like I wanna

But this 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 info for a of X.O.'s

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

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
Burger King, I'll tell you the nigga who gotcha

Gave him he wanted plus the extra large fry
He said blue eyes, hair, a white guy
I said what the goin' on?
A white guy my fuck 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 backtracked
the last hoe I fucked or throat I cut?
I said wait a minute, yo, that bitch Jane on the prowl
I bet she up to no good, foul again

Yeah, yeah, it nuttin', I get her if I want 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 drama like Dahmer

But I fuckin' all the way from the bottom
I'm like, damn she kinda made me jealous
Knocked on the enraged
Like a broke-ass rapper, at a label that toured in days

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

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

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