Luyện nghe bài hát Super Nigga

[dj
It's the in the sky
I need a cape cause I'm already fly
Like a skydiver, a nigga got
Like a race car driver, i'va
Spit saliva, liver, than
("bam!") bump mo' bitches a drunk driver
Faster than a crackhead, mo'
Than a when I gotcha in a chokehold
I'm here to rid the city of wack-ass groups
Them wack-ass lyrics with them loops
fakin like gangsters, turn into a crip-tonight/kryptonite
They faze me, cause we can still fight
But look, all about comin (up) up (up)
Up and away without
But a nigga need no wonderwoman, hmm, I wonder
Who she been and jivin and fuckin
Or some bitch named lois cause the hoe is the
And whiter than snow is ("too much of that snow white!")
I think fly back to the hood
Kick it with the homies where you know all good
be the first superhero with a strap
I know I'm all that.. ("it's a crow, a bat, no it's..")

The super boogieman is out to make a killin
So fuck wastin time over tall buildings
Cause I can get loose fluid
Like - I can, run right through it
I see through walls, at the malls
Ladies dressing is where my duty calls
A lot of super niggaz be they powers
Givin hoes money, and flyin 'em
(but can you think of one thing you ever a hoe? )
No cause we niggaz, not captain save-a-hoe
So back on up look, catch yo' ass so quick
And letcho' ass know we the wrong super niggaz to be wit
I flash like lightning, as bombs
I flied back twenty years ago and fucked moms
And now it's ninety-fo', shit changed
But now you call me daddy, when you call my
Cause youse a silly mortal, you ain't for combat
super nigga, and you an uncle tom cat
When I'm rollin through the they wonder is he
The nephew, of kizzy
Or gillespie, and the rest be like
"that's the guy super, the fat track mover"
So mc's come step to these nuts
And get your crews cut below half, nigga do the
I'm the m-a-n,
I got a fly bitch an invisible plane
Me and her be doin x-rated shit
I get the skins, in the cockpit
She be callin from mommy to jesus
Just ask the homies, cause them can see us
Cause them niggaz too, from the crew
So please stay tuned, for more of.. a super nigga

[king
Mr. king tee motherfuckers from the boondox
I bust the drunken style on my corner the boombox
I'm badder the baddest inmate at (? )
Retarded, but let me show you what can do
Create fright, scared to touch the mic
I shock 'em, amazed cause the wino 'em
The best yet to like really catch on the scene
O.g. from the team
I scream (ahhh!) let my backbone slip
Gotta get it on take another sip
it hip, a feeling mc's won't forget
Bust crazy rounds then load another (well bust it)
Like r. kelly, "my mind's me no!"
But fuck that, I the ill flow
And deep down, I know niggaz is
Cause I'm pullin all the hoes and 'em swell
But hey, cut the crap, cause herpes I'm back
To give you what you want, I don't front or rap
the bo, ba-ba-bye, the wicked with tha likwit
I'm wild like a winner the lot-to ticket
But kick it, you could a comb and try to pick it
The nappy head sound from the underground
Oh shit it's the great, the man with the
I I'm all that.. ("it's a crow, it's a bat, no it's..")