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 feel player 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, get chewed up
Brighten the mood up, I'm spitting this all
the law, coldest nigga you ever saw

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

Squash all the chatter in the region
I pledge of alleigence to my 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 and toast
They can't even come close, done already told ya
Like the H A W K and a up soldier

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

See when we our candy rides
Screens keep from the sky
ball and we stay true

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

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

Oh, the Screw in us
We gone represent with
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 with the
Can't forget about, the Lil' Keke,

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

Let's it back, 'cause you know we love that
in the gray lay with the fifth on the back of the lac
You we ride chrome everyday
Having the ghetto 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 your
Sitting tall on boys pushing or better

a click 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 down to Wreckshop, on

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

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