Luyện nghe bài hát Super Nigga

[dj
It's the 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, than
("bam!") bump mo' bitches than a driver
than a crackhead, mo' powerful
Than a loco when I gotcha in a
I'm here to rid the city of wack-ass groups
Them wack-ass lyrics with them wack-ass
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 away bummin
But a nigga don't no wonderwoman, hmm, I wonder
Who she been and jivin and fuckin
Or bitch named lois cause the hoe is the lowest
And she's than snow 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 first superhero with a
I know I'm all that.. ("it's a crow, a bat, no it's..")

The super nigga boogieman is out to a killin
So fuck wastin leapin over tall buildings
I can get loose like fluid
Like diarrhea - I can, run through it
I see through walls, at the malls
Ladies dressing rooms is where my calls
A lot of super niggaz be trickin they
hoes money, and flyin 'em flowers
(but can you think of one you ever gave a hoe? )
No cause we super niggaz, not captain
So back on up look, catch yo' ass so quick
And letcho' ass know we the wrong super to be fuckin wit
I flash like lightning, as bombs
I flied back twenty years ago and fucked moms
And now it's ninety-fo', shit changed
But now you call me daddy, you call 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 rest be
"that's the guy that's super, the fat mover"
So wack mc's come step to nuts
And get your crews cut below half, nigga do the
I'm the m-a-n,
I got a fly bitch with an plane
Me and her be doin x-rated shit
I get the skins, in the cockpit
She be callin everything from to jesus
Just ask the homies, cause niggaz can see us
Cause them niggaz too, from the crew
So please tuned, for more adventures of.. a super nigga

[king
Mr. insane king tee motherfuckers the boondox
I bust the drunken style on my with the boombox
I'm badder the baddest inmate at (? )
Retarded, but let me you what this can do
fright, niggaz scared to touch the mic
I shock 'em, amazed cause the 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 take sip
Make it hip, a mc's won't forget
Bust rounds then load another clip (well bust it)
r. kelly, "my mind's telling me no!"
But that, I kick the ill flow
And deep down, I know is jeal'
Cause I'm pullin all the hoes and dickin 'em
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 tha likwit
I'm wild like a with the lot-to ticket
But kick it, you could a comb and try to pick it
The nappy head sound comin from the
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..")