Luyện nghe bài hát S.U.C.

Oh, oh, yeah, me down, yeah, yeah
I can that [Incomprehensible], yeah, 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, get chewed up
the mood up, when I'm spitting this all
Above the law, coldest you ever saw

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

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

Niggas can't see me 'cause I'm rougher most
You boys are like not butter and toast
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 that player M O E
with my click, it's the S.U.C.
And they call me, the Barre

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

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

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

Oh, the Screw 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
with the Po, rolling with the Pokey
Can't forget about, the Keke, yeah

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

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

I say, we inside and forever we glide
And one thing's for sure man southside's
Let's get this cheddar, you got your wood and leather
Sitting tall on boys pushing 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 mission on to Wreckshop, come on

up click, gone keep it true
R.I.P. to, that DJ
We gonna mourn you till we you
And I want to say to you, you fool

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