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

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

[The
Money
And thats cause perfect is to me
What's as Hallie or a jab from Ali
So the P cause perfect is Godly
Wall Street, the perfect family, The Cosby
All I need is a perfect
B, I passed the baton on Solange
I'm like Al B but a boujy 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 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
f-cking with Weezy, I will slow leak em
Hang em from a telephone like my old sneakers
Red bandana for no
Put Weezy on and the NO bleedin',

Wayne - Chorus]
You change like it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull like Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm from New Orleans,
And from 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

Can't stop the red bandana, even if you put me in a full of orangurtan's
show you how bangers bang
Four five cocked back, move the like Dana 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 aint a
All gold chain, looking like the saint is playin'
He a milli, I'm vanilli
So it aint a thing to make it in a hundred dollar bills
We paper planes
Riding the N.O.
Red Marc Jacob
We like David Blaine
And pop up at the game
They playing the C's Paul Pierce Throwing The B's
make the ref affiliated, everytime he hit a three
Ken Griffy all his fans, taking off his red top
Bloods in New York Manhattan took a head 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 like Quick McGraw
See I'm from New Orleans,
And he's Compton, baby, bandana
We carry caskets, we tote them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, our grammar
Lemme you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo