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
Rolling with the Noke, with the Noke D
Get up out the way, for the H A W Ka

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

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

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

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

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

See when we floss our candy
Screens falling from the sky
ball and we stay true

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

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

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

up click, my click of G's
Ahh, you got to that player M O E
Rolling the Po, rolling with the Pokey
forget about, the Lil' Keke, yeah

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

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

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

a click full of G's, so we do it with these
Keep the on pop and the ice on freeze
Mo yo, and Keke for real it stop
S.U.C. took a mission on to Wreckshop, come on

Screwed up click, keep it true
R.I.P. to, DJ Screw
We mourn you till we join you
And I want to say to you, without you

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