Luyện nghe bài hát S.U.C.

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

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

Screwed up, what, chest be booed up
With the chemistry it's up, tracks get chewed up
Brighten the mood up, I'm spitting this all
Above the law, nigga you ever 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, then a only makes say matter

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

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

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

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

And if you want to my click
I pop problems you get
S.U.C. and we god damn

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

Oh, it's the in us
We gone represent pride
It's the in us till we die

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

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

take it back, 'cause you know we love that
Poppi in the gray lay with the 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 leather
Sitting on boys pushing dubs or better

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

up click, gone keep it true
R.I.P. to, that DJ
We gonna you till we join you
And I want to say to you, without you

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