Luyện nghe bài hát S.U.C.

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

up click, my click of G's
Ahh, you got to that player 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
the chemistry it's brewed up, tracks get chewed up
Brighten the mood up, I'm spitting this all
Above the law, coldest nigga you saw

Stay there, outlaw me up the state
I infiltrate your chest stain and the death rate
hate, my, it only makes us madder
Pockets get fatter, then a makes them say matter

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

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

Screwed up click, my 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 Baby

See we floss our candy rides
Screens falling from the sky
Players and we stay true

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Screwed up click, gone it true
R.I.P. to, that DJ
We gonna mourn you till we you
And I to say to you, without you fool

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