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 feel?
my aim because I aim to kill
Hahaha, Old ass n-gga,
and Fitch ass n-gga,
I talk rich because I'm a rich ass n-gga,
I hope you in the because I pitch fast n-gga,
Ha, I something bitch,
My money comes faster than the bitch
I keep it on the side in case you might wonder
Tech 9 5 just in case you like numbers
Haha, bitch we might jump ya
2 Step all in yo face, we Unk ya
Hahaha, bandana on the right
East until I die

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

[The
Money
And thats cause perfect is to me
perfect as Hallie or a jab from Ali
So the P cause perfect is Godly
Black Street, the perfect family, The Cosby
All I need is a perfect
B, I passed the baton on Solange
I'm sure Al B but a boujy B would never give me the perfect PIRU
Hello Brooklyn I can't see, cause if I did I Be SNOOP
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 street cred like Visa's
N-ggas f-cking with Weezy, I will slow 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 pull guns like Draw McGraw
See I'm New Orleans, Louisiana
And he's Compton, baby, bandana
We carry them caskets, we tote them
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 cage of orangurtan's
I'll you how bangers bang
Four five cocked back, move the crowd like Dane
Switch plates, the Range
so much blood on the wall look like the f-cking painters came
Dead aint it man
I told n-ggas I a Game
All black gold chain, looking the saint is playin'
He sold a milli, I'm
So it a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar bills
We throwing planes
through the N.O.
Red Marc Jacob
We disappear like Blaine
And pop up at the game
They playing the C's with Paul Throwing The B's
That make the ref affiliated, he hit a three
Ken lost all his fans, taking off his red top
in New York like Manhattan took a head shot
I'm one blood, he's the Carter the dread locks
My team run base, we the f-cking Red Sox.

Wayne - Chorus x2]
You better change like it's Gras,
And we pull 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
Lemme you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo