Luyện nghe bài hát S.U.C.

Oh, oh, yeah, pull me down, yeah,
I can pull that [Incomprehensible], yeah,

up click, my click of G's
Ahh, you got to feel that M O E
with the Noke, rolling with the Noke D
Get up out the way, for the H A W Ka

Screwed up, what, chest be booed up
With the chemistry it's brewed up, tracks get up
Brighten the mood up, when I'm spitting all
the law, coldest nigga you ever saw

Stay there, outlaw me up the state
I infiltrate your chest stain and increase the death
Don't hate, my, it only makes us
Pockets get fatter, then a only makes them say

Squash all the chatter in the southern
I pledge of to my niggas not breathing
We all breathing screaming S.U.C.
And all for Mafios, and P A T

can't see me 'cause I'm rougher than most
You boys are like not butter and toast
They can't even come close, they done already ya
Like the H A W K and a up soldier

up click, my click of G's
Ahh, you got to feel that M O E
Rolling my click, it's the S.U.C.
And they call me, the Barre

See when we our candy rides
Screens keep falling the sky
Players ball and we stay

And if you want to test my
I pop what you get
S.U.C. and we god fools

We got that purple dank
Chased purple sticky drank
And forever we gone screw

Oh, it's the in us
We represent with pride
It's the Screw in us we die

up click, my click of G's
Ahh, you got to that player M O E
Rolling with the Po, rolling the Pokey
Can't forget about, the Lil' Keke,

Devistating and it's the S.U.C.
and blowing up since the year 93'
Everybody be claiming the click, they want to be
Wait to trip, on a through H-Town

Let's take it back, 'cause you know we love
in the gray lay with the fifth on the back of the lac
You we ride chrome everyday
the ghetto dreams like my nigga P A

I say, we crossed and forever we glide
And one thing's for sure man riding
Let's get this cheddar, you got your wood and your
Sitting tall on pushing dubs or better

This a click full of G's, so we do it these
Keep the on pop and the ice on freeze
Mo yo, and for real it don't stop
S.U.C. took a mission on down to Wreckshop, on

Screwed up click, gone it true
R.I.P. to, that DJ
We gonna you till we join you
And I want to say to you, you fool

I my doll, man, miss my doll
We sing all it out for you, baby
And it will be there to help