Luyện nghe bài hát Super Nigga

[dj
It's the in the sky
I don't need a cause I'm already fly
a skydiver, a nigga got drag
Like a race car driver, plus
saliva, liver, than mcgyver
("bam!") bump mo' than a drunk driver
than a crackhead, mo' powerful
Than a loco when I gotcha in a
I'm here to rid the of them wack-ass groups
Them wack-ass lyrics with them 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 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 I'll fly back to the hood
Kick it the homies where you know it's all good
be the first superhero 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 fuck wastin time leapin over tall
Cause I can get like fluid
Like diarrhea - I can, run through it
I see through walls, at the malls
Ladies dressing rooms is my duty calls
A lot of super be trickin they powers
Givin money, and flyin 'em flowers
(but can you of one thing you ever gave a hoe? )
No cause we super niggaz, not 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 like lightning, powerful as bombs
I back twenty 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 hood they is he
The nephew, of aunt
Or dizzy gillespie, and the rest be
"that's the guy super, the fat track mover"
So wack come step to these nuts
And get your crews cut 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
I get the skins, in the cockpit
She be everything from mommy to jesus
Just ask the homies, them niggaz can see us
Cause them niggaz too, from the crew
So please stay tuned, for more adventures of.. a super

[king
Mr. king tee motherfuckers from the boondox
I bust the style 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, amazed cause the rocked 'em
The best yet to like catch wreck on the scene
O.g. from the team
I just scream (ahhh!) let my backbone
Gotta get it on then take sip
it hip, a feeling mc's won't forget
Bust rounds then load another clip (well bust it)
Like r. kelly, "my mind's me no!"
But fuck that, I kick the ill
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 you what you want, I don't front or skip rap
With the bo, ba-ba-bye, the with tha likwit
I'm wild like a winner with the ticket
But kick it, you grab a comb and try to pick it
The nappy head sound comin from the
Oh shit the great, the man with the strap
I know I'm all that.. ("it's a crow, a bat, no it's..")