Luyện nghe bài hát Soo Woo

[Lil
my gang 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 because I fast n-gga,
Ha, I smoke bitch,
My money comes than the roadrunner bitch
I keep it on the side just in you might wonder
9 Four 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 side
East until I die

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

[The
Young
And perfect cause perfect is to me
What's as Hallie or a jab from Ali
So capitalise the P cause is Godly
Black Wall Street, the family, The Cosby
All I need is a perfect
How's B, I passed the on Solange
I'm sure like Al B but a boujy B never give 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
a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street cred like Four Visa's
N-ggas f-cking with Weezy, I will leak em
Hang em from a telephone like my old sneakers
Red bandana for no
Put Weezy on and the NO bleedin',

[Lil Wayne -
You better like it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns Quick Draw 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 stop the red bandana, if you put me in a cage full of orangurtan's
show you how bangers bang
Four five back, move the crowd like Dana Dane
plates, paint the Range
Leave so much blood on the wall look like the f-cking painters
Dead aint it man
I told n-ggas I aint a
All black gold chain, looking like the saint is
He a milli, I'm vanilli
So it aint a thing to make it rain in a hundred bills
We throwing paper
Riding the N.O.
Red Marc frames
We disappear like Blaine
And pop up at the game
They playing the C's with Paul Pierce 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 a head shot
I'm one blood, he's the Carter the dread locks
My whole run base, we the f-cking Red Sox.

Wayne - Chorus x2]
You change like it's Mardi 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