Luyện nghe bài hát Soo Woo

[Lil
Pardon my affil,
But stepping on a rod in the danger field
Weezy Baby, how do the feel?
Respect my aim because I aim to
Hahaha, Old ass n-gga,
and Fitch ass n-gga,
I rich shit 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 than the roadrunner bitch
I keep it on the just in case you might wonder
Tech 9 Four 5 just in case you numbers
Haha, n-gga we might jump ya
2 Step all in yo face, we Unk ya
Hahaha, bandana on the side
side until I die

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

[The
Money
And perfect cause perfect is to me
What's perfect as Hallie or a jab Ali
So the P cause 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 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 like Visa's
f-cking with Weezy, I will slow leak em
Hang em from a telephone pole my old sneakers
Red bandana for no
Put on and the NO bleedin', yeah

[Lil - Chorus]
You change like it's Mardi Gras,
And we guns like Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm New Orleans, Louisiana
And he's from Compton, baby,
We carry them caskets, we tote hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our
Lemme 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 bangers
Four cocked back, move the crowd like Dana Dane
Switch plates, paint the
Leave so much blood on the wall look like the f-cking came
Dead wrong it man
I n-ggas I aint a Game
All black gold chain, like the saint is playin'
He sold a milli, I'm
So it aint a thing to make it in a hundred dollar bills
We throwing paper
Riding the N.O.
Red Marc frames
We disappear David Blaine
And pop up at the Lakers
They the C's with Paul Pierce Throwing The B's
That make the ref affiliated, everytime he hit a
Ken lost all his fans, taking off his red top
Bloods in New York like Manhattan took a shot
I'm one blood, he's the Carter with the dread
My whole run base, we the f-cking Red Sox.

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