Luyện nghe bài hát S.U.C.

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

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

Screwed up, what, chest be looking up
With the chemistry it's brewed up, tracks get up
the mood up, when I'm spitting this all
Above the law, coldest you ever saw

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

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

up click, my click of G's
Ahh, you got to feel that 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 keep 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
with purple sticky drank
And we gone bang screw

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

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

Devistating and motivating the S.U.C.
and blowing up since the year 93'
Everybody be claiming the click, they want to be
Wait to trip, on a flip 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 chrome
the ghetto dreams like my nigga P A

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

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

Screwed up click, gone it true
R.I.P. to, that DJ
We mourn you till we join 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