Luyện nghe bài hát Soo Woo

[Lil
Pardon my affil,
But you're stepping on a rod in the field
Baby, how do the Manger feel?
Respect my aim because I aim to
Hahaha, Old ass n-gga,
Abercrombie and ass n-gga,
I talk rich because I'm a rich ass n-gga,
I hope you in the zone I pitch fast n-gga,
Ha, I smoke bitch,
My money comes faster than the bitch
I keep it on the side just in case you wonder
9 Four 5 just in case you like numbers
Haha, bitch n-gga we might ya
2 all in yo face, we might Unk ya
Hahaha, on the right side
East side I die

You better change like Mardi Gras,
And we guns like Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm from New Orleans,
And he's from Compton, baby,
We them caskets, we tote them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, our grammar
Lemme you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo

Game]
Young
And perfect cause perfect is to me
perfect as Hallie or a jab from Ali
So capitalise the P cause perfect is
Black Wall Street, the perfect family, The
All I is a perfect bitch
How's B, I the baton on Solange
I'm sure like Al B but a boujy B would never give me the PIRU
Brooklyn I can't see, cause if I did I Be SNOOP DOGG
Cut it in half and you will see that Philadelphia piece on my head
Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me cred like Four Visa's
f-cking with Weezy, I will slow leak em
Hang em from a telephone like my old sneakers
Red for no reason
Put on and the NO bleedin', yeah

Wayne - Chorus]
You better change like it's Gras,
And we pull guns Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm New Orleans, Louisiana
And from Compton, baby, bandana
We carry them caskets, we them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, our grammar
hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo

Can't stop the red bandana, even if you put me in a full of orangurtan's
show you how bangers bang
Four cocked back, move the crowd like Dana Dane
plates, paint the Range
Leave so blood on the wall look like the f-cking painters came
Dead wrong it man
I told I aint a Game
All black gold chain, looking like the saint is
He sold a milli, I'm
So it a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar bills
We throwing paper
Riding the N.O.
Red Jacob frames
We like David Blaine
And pop up at the Lakers
They the C's with Paul Pierce Throwing The B's
That make the ref affiliated, he hit a three
Ken lost all his fans, taking off his red top
Bloods in New York like Manhattan took a shot
I'm one blood, the Carter with the dread locks
My whole run base, we the f-cking Red Sox.

Wayne - Chorus x2]
You better change it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns like Draw McGraw
See I'm from New Orleans,
And he's from Compton, baby,
We carry them caskets, we tote hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our
hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo