Luyện nghe bài hát Super Nigga

[dj
It's the in the sky
I don't need a cape cause I'm fly
Like a skydiver, a nigga got
Like a race car driver, plus
Spit saliva, liver, mcgyver
("bam!") bump mo' bitches than a driver
Faster than a crackhead, mo'
a loco when I gotcha in a chokehold
I'm to rid the city of them wack-ass groups
wack-ass lyrics with them wack-ass loops
They fakin like gangsters, turn into a
They don't me, cause we can still fight
But look, it's all about (up) up (up)
Up and without bummin
But a don't need no wonderwoman, hmm, I wonder
Who she shuckin and jivin and fuckin
Or bitch named lois cause the hoe is the lowest
And she's whiter than snow is ("too of that snow white!")
I I'll fly back to the hood
Kick it with the homies where you know all good
I'll be the first superhero a strap
I I'm all that.. ("it's a crow, it's a bat, no it's..")

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

[king
Mr. insane king tee motherfuckers the boondox
I bust the drunken on my corner with the boombox
I'm badder than the baddest at (? )
Retarded, but let me show you what can do
Create fright, niggaz scared to the mic
I shock 'em, amazed cause the rocked 'em
The yet to like really catch wreck on the scene
O.g. the alkaholik team
I scream (ahhh!) let my backbone slip
get it on then take another sip
Make it hip, a feeling won't forget
Bust crazy rounds then load another clip (well it)
Like r. kelly, "my mind's me no!"
But that, I kick the ill flow
And deep down, I know is jeal'
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 or skip rap
With the bo, ba-ba-bye, the wicked with tha
I'm wild like a winner the lot-to ticket
But kick it, you could grab a comb and try to it
The nappy sound comin 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..")