Luyện nghe bài hát Soo Woo

[Lil
Pardon my affil,
But stepping on a rod in the danger 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 shit I'm a rich ass n-gga,
I hope you in the zone because I fast n-gga,
Ha, I smoke bitch,
My money comes faster than the roadrunner
I keep it on the side just in case you might
Tech 9 5 just in case you like numbers
Haha, bitch we might jump ya
2 all in yo face, we might Unk ya
Hahaha, bandana on the right
East side I die

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

[The
Young
And thats perfect cause is to me
What's as Hallie or a jab from Ali
So capitalise the P perfect is Godly
Black Wall Street, the perfect family, The
All I need is a perfect
How's B, I passed the baton on
I'm sure like Al B but a boujy B would never me the perfect PIRU
Hello Brooklyn I see, cause if I did I Be SNOOP DOGG
Cut it in and you will see that this Philadelphia piece on my head
Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street cred like Visa's
N-ggas f-cking with Weezy, I slow leak em
Hang em from a telephone pole like my old
Red for no reason
Put Weezy on and the NO bleedin',

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

Can't the red bandana, even if you put me in a cage full of orangurtan's
I'll you how bangers bang
Four five 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 aint it man
I told I aint a Game
All black gold chain, looking the saint is playin'
He a milli, I'm vanilli
So it aint a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar
We paper planes
through the N.O.
Red Marc frames
We disappear like Blaine
And pop up at the game
playing the C's with Paul Pierce Throwing The B's
That make the ref affiliated, he hit a three
Ken Griffy all his fans, taking off his red top
Bloods in New York like Manhattan took a head
I'm one blood, the Carter with the dread locks
My whole run base, we the f-cking Red Sox.

[Lil - Chorus x2]
You better change like it's Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick Draw
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
hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo