Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Luva 6 (Part I)

[Soopaman Chorus]

Yo, yo, up yo, I be the Soopaman luva
I'm about five minutes out ya baby mother
I'm still broke, still
Hit four chicks, then avenge folk brothers
rob a bank teller
I'm like old yella, call me for trouble
I got chop for bullets that spread out the
I'm advanced boy, da doc bigalow, the man
Got Ms. and cat women on amcord
When or city in a drought
Fuck a I could fly there, 300 an ounce
Reup my account, wear and durag and I got waves
I only got haze pumpin out the bat
So when I'm through ya hood it's a hit nigga
Isabella I need that sour quick nigga
-Call for luva on line 3-
who the fuck is it?
-Her is Hurricane G-
up G?

G]
They tryin to me up G
I can't do time my time is money
I came from court for some bullshit charge
They tryin to do me like kim, me behind bars
What am I do?

Fuck I'm comin
With a gun like so you could feel drummin
I creep in when the out, sneak in to get you out
Lo jacks on my to tell me where your where abouts
Cause I air 'em out, sneak in though the wing
Laundromat, duffle bag of the next thing

[G] But I'm in the wing
[R] Damn my shit
[G] up nigga, this water look piss cold

Hold for me, I'm already in
I'm in the kitchen corridor, up the vent
I'm hot so hurricane so it take me awhile
So when I get ya we gonna roll mickey and loud

Here we go, Yo, Yo the Luv
Crawlin through the vent that dude in breakfast club
I made a pit stop, a freak in the shower
So I quick pop, pimp slapped her with powder
And told her if asks you, you seen nada
And every week I come you with marijuana

[G] Okay if you looking for over there
[R] Oh shit,
[G] Hey yo get me outta

Hey yo C.O.'s
Gotta like grown men
a distraction
Like the food you stomach pain
When the come in, start the examining
I rush in with rubber off the ambulance
Gun in one hand, the other palm around the mouth
On the count of this is how its gonna work out
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