Luyện nghe bài hát Soo Woo

[Lil
Pardon my affil,
But you're stepping on a rod in the field
Weezy Baby, how do the Manger
Respect my aim because I aim to
Hahaha, Old ass n-gga,
and Fitch ass n-gga,
I talk rich shit 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 the roadrunner bitch
I keep it on the side just in you might wonder
Tech 9 Four 5 just in case you numbers
Haha, bitch n-gga we 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 pull guns like Quick Draw
See I'm from New Orleans,
And he's Compton, baby, bandana
We them caskets, we tote them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our
hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo

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

[Lil - Chorus]
You better change it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick Draw
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

Can't stop the red bandana, even if you put me in a full of orangurtan's
I'll show you how bang
Four five cocked back, move the like Dana Dane
Switch plates, the Range
Leave so much blood on the wall look like the f-cking painters
Dead wrong it man
I told n-ggas I a Game
All black gold chain, looking like the is playin'
He sold a milli, I'm
So it aint a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar
We throwing planes
through the N.O.
Red Marc Jacob
We disappear like Blaine
And pop up at the Lakers
They playing the C's with 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, he's the Carter with the locks
My team run base, we the f-cking Red Sox.

[Lil - Chorus x2]
You better change it's Mardi Gras,
And we guns like Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm New Orleans, Louisiana
And from Compton, baby, bandana
We them caskets, we tote them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, our grammar
Lemme you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo