Luyện nghe bài hát Soopaman Luva 6 (Part I)

[Soopaman Chorus]

Yo, yo, up yo, I be the Soopaman luva
I'm five minutes right out ya baby mother
I'm broke, still gutter
Hit four chicks, then like folk brothers
Then rob a teller
I'm sorta like old yella, call me for
I got for bullets that spread out the umbrella
I'm boy, da doc bigalow, the man whore
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 and I ain't got waves
I only got pumpin out the bat cave
So when I'm flyin through ya it's a hit nigga
Isabella I need that sour diesel nigga
-Call for soopman on line 3-
who the fuck is it?
-Her is Hurricane G-
up G?

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

Fuck that I'm
With a gun like willis so you could feel
I in when the lights 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 thinking of the next

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

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

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

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

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