Luyện nghe bài hát S.U.C.

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

up click, my click of G's
Ahh, you got to that player M O E
Rolling the Noke, rolling 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
the mood up, when I'm spitting this all
Above the law, coldest nigga you saw

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

Squash all the 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 bread not butter and
They can't even come close, they 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 call me, the Barre Baby

See when we our candy rides
Screens keep falling the sky
ball 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 purple sticky dank
Chased purple sticky drank
And we gone bang screw

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

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

Devistating and 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 flip H-Town

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

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

This a full of G's, so we do it with these
Keep the block on pop and the ice on
Mo yo, and Keke for real it don't
S.U.C. took a mission on 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 miss my doll, man, miss my
We gonna all it out for you, baby
And it will always be to help