Luyện nghe bài hát Super Nigga

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the p-double-o-h in the sky
I don't need a cape I'm already fly
Like a skydiver, a got drag
Like a race car driver, plus
Spit saliva, liver, mcgyver
("bam!") bump mo' bitches than a driver
Faster than a crackhead, mo'
Than a loco when I in a chokehold
I'm here to rid the of them wack-ass groups
Them lyrics with them wack-ass loops
They fakin gangsters, turn into a crip-tonight/kryptonite
They don't faze me, cause we can fight
But look, it's all comin (up) up (up)
Up and away bummin
But a nigga don't need no wonderwoman, hmm, I
Who she shuckin and jivin and fuckin
Or some named lois cause the hoe is the lowest
And she's whiter than is ("too much of that snow white!")
I think fly back to the hood
Kick it the homies where you know it's all good
I'll be the first superhero a strap
I know I'm all that.. ("it's a crow, a bat, no it's..")

The nigga boogieman is out to make a killin
So fuck wastin time over tall buildings
I can get loose like fluid
Like diarrhea - I can, run 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 you ever gave a hoe? )
No cause we super niggaz, not save-a-hoe
So back on up look, I'll catch yo' ass so
And letcho' ass know we the wrong super niggaz to be wit
I like lightning, powerful as bombs
I flied twenty years ago and fucked your moms
And now it's ninety-fo', ain't shit
But now you call me daddy, when you my name
youse a silly mortal, you ain't down for combat
I'ma nigga, and you an uncle tom cat
When I'm rollin the hood they wonder is he
The nephew, of aunt
Or dizzy gillespie, and the be like
"that's the guy that's super, the fat mover"
So wack mc's come step to nuts
And get your cut below half, nigga do the math
I'm the m-a-n,
I got a fly bitch with an plane
Me and her be doin some x-rated
I get the skins, in the cockpit
She be callin from mommy to jesus
ask the homies, cause them niggaz can see us
Cause super niggaz too, from the crew
So stay tuned, for more adventures of.. a super nigga

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Mr. insane king tee motherfuckers from the
I bust the drunken on my corner with the boombox
I'm badder than the baddest at (? )
Retarded, but let me show you this can do
Create fright, scared to touch the mic
I shock 'em, amazed the wino rocked 'em
The yet to like really catch wreck on the scene
O.g. from the alkaholik
I just (ahhh!) let my backbone slip
Gotta get it on then another sip
Make it hip, a feeling mc's won't
Bust crazy rounds then load clip (well bust it)
r. kelly, "my mind's telling me no!"
But fuck that, I kick the ill
And deep down, I know niggaz is
Cause I'm all the hoes and dickin 'em swell
But hey, cut the crap, like herpes I'm back
To give you you want, I don't front 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 grab a comb and try to pick it
The nappy head sound from the underground
Oh it's the great, the man with the strap
I I'm all that.. ("it's a crow, it's a bat, no it's..")