Luyện nghe bài hát Super Nigga

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It's the in the sky
I don't need a cause I'm already fly
Like a skydiver, a got drag
Like a car driver, plus i'va
Spit saliva, liver, mcgyver
("bam!") bump mo' bitches than a driver
Faster a crackhead, mo' powerful
a loco when I gotcha in a chokehold
I'm here to rid the city of them groups
Them lyrics with them wack-ass loops
They fakin like gangsters, into a crip-tonight/kryptonite
They don't faze me, cause we can fight
But look, it's all about (up) up (up)
Up and away without
But a nigga don't need no wonderwoman, hmm, I
Who she been shuckin and jivin and
Or some bitch named lois cause the hoe is the
And she's whiter than is ("too much of that snow white!")
I think fly back to the hood
Kick it with the homies where you it's all good
I'll be the superhero with 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 leapin tall buildings
Cause I can get loose like
Like diarrhea - I can, run through it
I see through walls, 'specially at the
Ladies dressing rooms is 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, I'll catch yo' ass so
And letcho' ass know we the wrong super to be fuckin wit
I flash lightning, powerful as bombs
I flied back years ago and fucked your moms
And now ninety-fo', ain't shit changed
But now you call me daddy, when you call my
Cause youse a mortal, you ain't down for combat
I'ma super nigga, and you an tom cat
When I'm rollin through the they wonder is he
The nephew, of aunt
Or dizzy gillespie, and the rest be
"that's the guy super, the fat track mover"
So wack mc's 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 with an invisible
Me and her be doin some shit
I get the skins, in the cockpit
She be callin everything mommy to jesus
Just ask the homies, cause them can see us
Cause them super too, from the crew
So please tuned, for more adventures of.. a super nigga

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Mr. insane king tee from the boondox
I bust the drunken on my corner with the boombox
I'm badder than the inmate at (? )
Retarded, but let me show you what can do
Create fright, scared to touch the mic
I shock 'em, cause the wino rocked 'em
The best yet to like really wreck on the scene
O.g. from the alkaholik
I scream (ahhh!) let my backbone slip
get it on then take another sip
Make it hip, a feeling mc's forget
Bust rounds then load another clip (well bust it)
Like r. kelly, "my mind's me no!"
But fuck that, I the ill flow
And down, I know niggaz is jeal'
Cause I'm pullin all the and dickin 'em swell
But hey, cut the crap, like herpes I'm back
To give you what you want, I 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 could a comb and try to pick it
The nappy head sound comin 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..")