Luyện nghe bài hát Super Nigga

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It's the in the sky
I don't need a cape cause I'm fly
Like a skydiver, a got drag
Like a car driver, plus i'va
Spit saliva, liver, than
("bam!") mo' bitches than a drunk driver
Faster a crackhead, mo' powerful
a loco when I gotcha in a chokehold
I'm here to rid the city of them wack-ass
Them lyrics with them wack-ass loops
They fakin like gangsters, turn a crip-tonight/kryptonite
They don't faze me, cause we can still
But look, all about comin (up) up (up)
Up and away without
But a nigga don't no wonderwoman, hmm, I wonder
Who she been and jivin and fuckin
Or some named lois cause the hoe is the lowest
And she's whiter than snow is ("too of that snow white!")
I think I'll fly back to the
Kick it with the homies you know it's all good
I'll be the first with a strap
I I'm all that.. ("it's a crow, it's a bat, no it's..")

The super nigga boogieman is out to a killin
So wastin time leapin over tall buildings
Cause I can get like fluid
diarrhea - I can, run right through it
I see walls, 'specially at the malls
Ladies dressing is where my duty calls
A lot of super niggaz be trickin they
hoes money, and flyin 'em flowers
(but can you think of one thing you ever a hoe? )
No cause we niggaz, not captain save-a-hoe
So on up look, I'll catch yo' ass so quick
And ass know we the wrong super niggaz 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 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 through the hood wonder is he
The nephew, of kizzy
Or dizzy gillespie, and the rest be
"that's the guy super, the fat track mover"
So wack mc's come step to nuts
And get crews 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 shit
When I get the skins, in the
She be callin everything 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 adventures of.. a super

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Mr. king tee motherfuckers from the boondox
I bust the drunken style on my corner with the
I'm badder than the inmate at (? )
Retarded, but let me you what this can do
fright, niggaz scared to touch the mic
I shock 'em, amazed cause the wino 'em
The best yet to like really wreck on the scene
O.g. the alkaholik team
I scream (ahhh!) let my backbone slip
Gotta get it on then another sip
Make it hip, a mc's won't forget
Bust crazy then load another clip (well bust it)
Like r. kelly, "my telling me no!"
But that, I kick the ill flow
And deep down, I know is jeal'
I'm pullin all the hoes and dickin 'em swell
But hey, cut the crap, cause like herpes I'm
To give you what you want, I don't front or rap
With the bo, ba-ba-bye, the wicked with tha
I'm wild like a winner with the lot-to
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 know I'm all that.. ("it's a crow, a bat, no it's..")